Under Asher's unblinking, golden gaze, Lan bowed his head.
"Yes, my lord," he said solemnly.
"I overheard Kohath speaking to a whore a week ago. I left her at Tiberias to confirm the details."
But before he could speak further, Asher cut him off—his voice like tempered steel.
"We care not for such."
His tone held no anger, only decree. "This is my command—have the Angels, all two hundred of them, emerge from the cave. Hunt down and kill every soul who conspired against my sons and caused the death of Duke Ohad."
Lan raised his eyes, sharp and calculating.
"The seven households under House Mormont are involved. They knew."
A moment passed.
Then Asher lowered his gaze—his silence more terrifying than any shout.
"Kill them all," he said.
"Let the Angels justify the years of preparation. I've invested in them long enough. Now… let me see what I have forged in silence."
Lan's eyes shimmered with a lethal glint. He bowed his head once more.
"It will be done, My Lord."
