"Whoever, or whatever, it is, they shall be dealt with," said Touchstone, his voice powerful and regal. Though he hid the bit of fear at the idea of his half brother awakening to terrorize his children. He had dreams about it sometimes. Not that he ever told anyone.

"We four shall see to that. But for now, I suggest we all drink some mulled wine and talk of better things. How was the Midwinter Festival? Did I tell you that I danced the Bird of Dawning when I was your age, Sam? How did you do?"

He hoped to turn the topic to better things where they could be a family doing normal family things then people having a council of war.