"The hall of history! Now!" Master Maloway had ordered furiously, before storming off in a flurry of anger...a rather amusing sight considering his movement was aided entirely by his cane.
A lot more had been said since Neveah's outburst had attracted a crowd, riders and dragon guards alike to restrain Neveah.
Not like they would have had any success, Neveah had only stopped because Menarx had come to mind... otherwise, it would have taken a lot more than a few dragon guards to put her down.
Master Maloway's order to escort her to the hall of history was all Neveah had truly heard through her haze of fury, every other word of reasoning or reprimand has gone unheard.
And now, not a long time after that order was given, Neveah walked slowly down the hallway, escorted by four riders and two dragon guards as she was guided back to the first tower.
