Chapter 11 A Fistful Of Silver

• "Once again I must protest against you coming out here personally, Grand Matriarch," the Primus of the Silver Sisters, a slender but muscular woman in a gleaming silver breastplate said. The disapproval was plain on the frown beneath her brown eyes and short blonde hair. "I could just debrief you at the manor."
• "And make me miss such a fine night out, with the moon high in the sky?" Imelda cackled. "Nonsense. Show me where the casualties were, Jenna, and Siti here might be of use."
• Primus Jenna glanced at the nervous young girl in a hooded cloak the Grand Matriarch had called Siti. She had rarely seen the oracles, the Divine Daughters, out of their seclusion in the Oracular Pools deep beneath the manor. By the looks of it, they didn't like being out here either. Jenna pointed at a location she had blocked off with unmarked orange tape. She didn't have the authority she had as a police officer to cordon off crime scenes, but old habits died hard.