Before she passed out, Bedivere saw Nedjem approaching from the darkness, his tattoos glowing golden and yellow fire radiating from his hands. She saw Iah in her peripheral as she knelt down by Bedivere, shouting something. Bedivere, though, heard nothing.
It was calm, unusually calm for a tavern. Iah felt a chill run through her despite the heat. Where she came from, this kind of silence wouldn’t permeate until after closing. But the tavern was full of people, all sitting in silence, except for one.