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Were the Proctors been telling the truth? Did they lie? Had they actually intended to kill Kristen, Edric, or the two of them together by sending them on a mission destined to fail, or had the mission failed all on its own rotten luck? These were all more or less abstract questions. Worrisome, yes. Terrifying, certainly. Sources of newfound determination, surprisingly. But abstract they had been.
Now, all of sudden, they weren't. Staring anxiously at the score of armed men, the consequences which followed from the answers to these questions would be real and immediate.
It started off tamely enough. Edric was carefully generic with his responses. And then the question was turned to Kristen.
"Y-Yes." She didn't like the timidity of her stammer. She tried again. "Yes. We survived a disaster, only to become lost. It is a miracle we found--"
Another of the men, with an intensely furrowed brow and blazing glare, interrupted. Said in accented Common, "They have violated the sacred waters with their filth."
Indeed, the accumulated grime of hard, desperate travel through an open desert floated in faint but noticeable patches around the two of them.
Edric
Now, all of sudden, they weren't. Staring anxiously at the score of armed men, the consequences which followed from the answers to these questions would be real and immediate.
It started off tamely enough. Edric was carefully generic with his responses. And then the question was turned to Kristen.
"Y-Yes." She didn't like the timidity of her stammer. She tried again. "Yes. We survived a disaster, only to become lost. It is a miracle we found--"
Another of the men, with an intensely furrowed brow and blazing glare, interrupted. Said in accented Common, "They have violated the sacred waters with their filth."
Indeed, the accumulated grime of hard, desperate travel through an open desert floated in faint but noticeable patches around the two of them.
Edric