Gilda couldn’t help but worry as she landed on the central area, her eyes scanning everything. There were no slithering shadows, stirrings in the air, or ominous movements. There were no downed griffins or signs of Cloven. The hall was just eerily empty. At this time of day, it should be full of farmers or hunters, with the steadholder calling for order in the center as they related the news they’d receive from their High Lord. 