Decisions

The atmosphere of the Westfall Inn common room was solemn, filled with a heavy silence. The sun had yet to reach its zenith, sending sunbeams through the smoke-stained windows in low, blinding angles. Bilev stood behind the counter, polish rag in one hand, glass mug in the other, idly whistling a folk tune. 

The Glory Chasers, joined by Korra, were arraigned around the central table, listening intently as we shared the things Ror had revealed. The Circle of Chains had stolen Sari and the others, though where the foxkin hadn't known. As the table descended into silence, I cleared my throat, clenching my hands in my lap to keep them from trembling.

"There's something you all should know," began, looking around the table.

I deliberately met each of their gazes, noting the curiosity, distraction, and even suspicion within. Korra leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand, and smiled encouragingly. Nodding, I swallowed hard and continued.