"Sic 'em, boy."

~ a master to their dog

Pit froze at the threshold of the second dining hall. It was a drastic change from the warm, companionable meal. There were no tables, just a fire in the center of a ring of seated people. No one was eating. No one was speaking louder than a whisper. Everyone turned as Fionn and his company entered, and eyes narrowed at the daugments, but no one said a word. The world seemed to freeze.

Pit couldn't help imagining ...