When Ashlynn walked toward the edge of the camp where the Guild Masters stood, Isabell was still staring at Darragh's lifeless body as her mind replayed everything she had seen from Ashlynn from the very beginning of the 'tribunal' all the way to the execution of the traitor.
From the brooding look on Tiernan's face, it was clear that he'd also been troubled by what he'd seen, though it was difficult to say which moments in the impromptu trial had struck the muscular guild master the most. Unlike Isabell, he wasn't accustomed to violence, and even if he'd seen a public execution before, this one had been far more... personal than anything he'd ever witnessed in Blackwell County.
For Isabell, the show and spectacle that Ashlynn created as she drew the crowd into her rhythm had been completely overwhelmed by the cold efficiency with which the young lady had executed the traitor and her warning to everyone watching about the fate that awaited anyone who betrayed their close ones.
