The fear was the first thing wrong.
He had been too occupied with the recognition — with the specific, slightly disorienting quality of encountering a known face in an unknown context — to give the details his full attention in the first moment of identification. But now, with the initial shock settled and his awareness returned to its operational distribution, the details assembled themselves with the patient, accumulating quality of an assessment that had been running in the background and was now delivering its findings.
The Roaring Dragon Guild members were afraid.
