You look a little chilly!” The watch-thain was someone Morlock had known slightly when he first came to the Lonetower. Morlock did not remember his name, nor he Morlock’s apparently. “How many people are within this tower?" Morlock demanded. “Don’t you know the Guard has been broken?” “Dragons. We know it well enough. We knew it before most.” The thain’s expression, like his voice, was fatuously self-congratulatory. “You might have shared the news,” Morlock observed bitterly. He thought of Almeijn, of the dead rokhleni at Southgate, of the huntresses trapped and killed on the mountain heights when the dragons attacked. “We’ve been busy enough without that. Like the Watchmaster says, it’s not easy to organize a response to a crisis of this magnitude.” Morlock frowned. He was hungry and tired—perhaps he wasn’t thinking clearly. The other thain didn’t seem to be making any sense.
