Then a deep voice from Lucian's table growled, "Sit your stick-body down before someone snaps it in half."

Laughter broke out - harsh, echoing.

"He's not even afraid of dying," the same voice sneered. "Or maybe he's already dead and doesn't know it."

Elowyn forced a grin, but her fingers shook slightly where they held the paper.

Inside, her chest was tight - but she didn't sit down. Not yet.

Elowyn's voice rang out before she could stop herself.

"I'm gonna make it out of the ...