He let out a breath he had been holding and stalked from the room, avoiding the look on the count’s face as he did so. He had dodged a dagger there with the Swordbearer. He had been hoping to sort this out before word left the rumour-mongering of the Ducal court, but dear old Greybeard apparently had other ideas. He scowled as he stalked out of the room and made his way to the quarters he requisitioned of the count when he arrived. He’d deal with both good counts in due time. Meanwhile, he wouldn’t rest easy until he was sure the human had left for Skymount once more.