Darwyn forces me to my knees in front of the fireplace. He holds me down as Arjan walks to the fire. He gives me a sinister glance as he pulls a large, iron rod from the depths of the hot, red coals. On the end of it was a serendipitous shape. It had a square with a circle on the inside. Parallel lines connected the two on each side of the square. And I realize that it is the crest of Colose. For an instant I panic. I grit my teeth as I try to escape the grip that Darwyn has on me. Arjan has a dire gleam in his eyes as he sees me struggle. I imperatively stop struggling.
