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problem."
"What's happening is that your mob mentality is nailing this town even more
firmly to Carceri. Forgive him and work together to repel the evil that's
overtaking the town, and chances are far better that you'll be 'golden.'"
"But he... he... Crap. All right. You got it." He raised his voice so the crowd
could hear him, "Let him go! We got a whole city to take care of!"
A slim man stood on a parapet, clad in flowing robes. His face was dark with
anger, and he shouted at his subordinates as they moved with brisk
efficiency. "Hurry it up, scumbags! We only have so much time to make a
sacrifice!"
"What are you doing?"
He looked back at us with irritation sketched across his features. "I'm
capitalizing on the chaos, berk. Now's the best time to take slaves, while
everyone's worried about putting the town back into order. If you'll excuse
me, I've got business to attend to." He turned back to his men.
"Too many people are adding to the chaos and evil done to each other. If
you would have your men aid in the defense of the town, you might shift the
balance again."
He called out to his men. "Stop what you're doing!" He looked at me
thoughtfully. "So you're saying we won't need a sacrifice to the gehreleths?"
"Of course not! This entire town will be a sacrifice unless you work with the
other citizens."
He cursed. "Just my luck. Had quite a haul, too. Okay, boys, set 'em free! We
got us a town to save!"
The fighting was dying down, the chaos was being contained. Men were
being hauled down the streets, broken and bleeding, but thankfully alive.
Men who just a day ago would've glared with suspicion gave thankful nods
to one another. Hands that once held knives ready for a neighbor's back
were clasped to haul the wounded from the wreckage of buildings. In the
distance I could see the heads of Agril-Shanak and Tek'elach on pikes,
grimacing at each other in hatred even in death.
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