The irritation in his voice suggested that the disturbance to his sleep offended him more than the assault on the prison itself.
He dressed quickly and strode from the room.
The women hurriedly covered themselves and retreated to a corner, embracing one another like two birds sheltering from a storm.
In the corridor, Valamir encountered his two strongest subordinates, both hurrying toward him.
They bowed.
"Lord Valamir."
"Lord Valamir."
He waved away their courtesy with a growl.
"Enough. Tell me what is happening outside."
One of them, Joren, spoke first. "We do not know, my lord. We have not sensed any unfamiliar aura beyond the walls."
Another series of explosions rocked the prison.
The floor trembled.
Dust drifted from the ceiling.
Joren frowned.
"It feels less like an invasion and more like a night raid."
Valamir's eyes narrowed. His anger sharpened into something colder.
