Chapter 866 Stone Bell

• Jaziel watched the once-proud elder retreat in near panic, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. That rooster-proud old man—strutting one moment, feathers plucked the next. After the beating I gave him, he'll be too ashamed to show his face. Serves him right.
• His gaze shifted to Quentin, the gray-robed priest who had walked into Xosa Valley arm in arm with Owain. Their closeness was obvious. Earlier, Jaziel had noticed the hostile gleam in Quentin's eyes and had already inked the man's name onto the little blacklist he kept in his mind.
• "Old man, Supreme Elder Yarbrough lost to me. You seem itching for a turn—why don't we trade a few moves?"