Riley

The heavy front doors swung shut behind Victor and Hector as they dragged Dante down the driveway, and I kept my arm wrapped tightly around Fantine's waist while the surrounding mountain spearmen set their long weapons against the wall to let out a collective sigh of relief. The main foyer was quiet now, and Silas walked over from the corner table holding two large rolled pieces of cloth that his men had brought down from the upper supply room.

"We have the new pack flags ready, Riley, so tell me where you want my men to hang these combined crests before we clear the rest of the hallway," Silas...