The wind over Ravenspire grew stronger.
Dark clouds moved slowly across the sky, covering the morning sun. The air carried the distant smell of rain and something heavier.
War.
In the Raven Guild courtyard, dozens of fighters had stopped what they were doing.
Their attention was fixed on the tall stone wall overlooking the cliffs.
A lone figure stood there.
Instructor Raven.
For a moment no one spoke.
The wind pushed his long black coat slightly as he looked down at the courtyard. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, but the quiet weight around him made even experienced fighters uneasy.
Kael broke the silence first.
"Well," he muttered, scratching the back of his head, "I was wondering when you would show up."
Several younger fighters turned toward Kael in confusion.
"You know him?"
Kael shrugged.
"Know him? The man trained half the killers in the Blood Council."
A few people exchanged nervous looks.
The Blood Council.
