After collecting their breakfasts, they returned to their seats and ate with their heads down, without making a sound, as though none of this had anything to do with them. The councilors from the other two factions exchanged glances and finally stopped arguing in resignation, going to collect their own breakfasts as well.
They had little choice. They had been confined in the Council Hall all night. The man they were waiting for had yet to arrive, but they had already exhausted themselves talking among themselves. If they did not eat now, they would not even have the strength to argue later.
Over a hundred Gryphon Riders and a hundred Dire Wolf Rangers watched them intently inside the Council Hall, while several hundred soldiers of the City Lord's Household Guard stood watch outside. What could they do against all these fully armed soldiers? Even getting a message to the City Guard was difficult.
Had these all been raw recruits, they would hardly have taken them seriously. But they were not. The Gryphon Riders and the Dire Wolf Squadron were seasoned veterans who knew every trick in the book. The City Lord's Household Guard was somewhat green, but its members were no new recruits either. They seemed to be soldiers who had only recently left military service.
Even if they were a little green, they still posed a threat. Besides, these men were fully armed, while the councilors were all unarmed. Starting a brawl would do them no good whatsoever. If they really did start one, they were certain to get beaten and injured, but whether they could hurt anyone else was another question entirely.
At ten that morning, every elf in Quel'Danil gathered in the Council District. Even the elves from the Elf Village had come up through the teleportation