The situation outside of the trial world could only be described as odd. There was a bishop, an envoy, a couple of Vanguard Holy Knights, and a group of what were ultimately children lying nearby.
No one spoke a word, and even if they had wanted to speak, none of them knew what they should say.
The momentum of the envoy had been completely stifled by the arrival of Calixan. Sir Trolley didn't know what to do with the panic in his heart. Sir Ovaal didn't know whether he should confirm Calixan's speculations that Grey was a member of the Dark Kin and expose himself to the fact he had hidden it or not. All while Calixan stood there, light smile on his face, hands clasped behind his back as though he hadn't just sentenced a budding young star to death.
