Chapter EightWhen Broc entered the large hall that only hours earlier had hosted the beginning of the Reaping feast, a small group of notable persons had already assembled. There was Teaq, of course, who had called the meeting, along with his right-hand man and commander of Black Isle’s fleet of ships.
Then there were three elders; ankle length robes matched the pale grey of their thinning hair. The Black Isle way of life meant that surviving into old age was a luxury not afforded to many. When an islander reached a certain, ripe age, he either sailed off into the twilight or cast off his armor and weapons and dedicated himself to the study of their history and culture. Elders served as librarians, as advisors to the king and as developers of military strategy.
Yorrick, second in command
