Journey into the PastChapter 12 The Death of a loved one
Shortly after the last lot of men had entered the Council Building, a runner came up to us and invited us to attend. When we walked through the crowd they just stared at us, I don't think they had spotted us on top of the wall previously, but they did now. They all looked the same, dirty, scruffy tangled hair group of people. We entered the Council Building and the chattering we heard before we entered stopped immediately. Before we could go any further, one loudmouthed scruff leapt up to...