Chapter 3691 Lord Vohran Takes the Bait
- Lady Veyra took a slow lap around the curved walkway, listening to the echo bounce back from the cavern below. She tilted her head, that rare half-smile tugging at her lips. "Sounds like the cave's whispering back. Let's call it the Whisperfall Bridge."
- Matthew gave a faint smirk. Not bad. Has a nice ring to it.
- In the treeline, Lord Vohran's scout shifted impatiently. The crowd on the bridge was laughing, calling out to each other, and stomping their boots just to hear the rumble answer back. For a part of District 12 that had been nothing but grit and gunpowder for decades, it suddenly felt almost cheerful.