Derrick Stelline is unhappily looking at two dead heidels.
DS: How many sick calls today?
Graham Bloom sighs.
GB: About three times what it ought to be. We have isolated them and sealed their barracks. The guard delivers food to them and leads them to the bathrooms at times reserved to them.
DS: Well done. Kill all the heidels.
GB: What?
DS: Kill all the heidels. We need to close routes for this to spread. They will die anyway. Kill them and burn the corpses.
GB: I don’t like it, but yeah, it’ll happen today.
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Nicolas Down is happy. Not with his task, but with the reward. Robbing villagers was fun. The new entertainment the boss has started providing is even better. But an awakening stone, even if only a stone of the flea, is still better. For that he would carry a recording to Hornis twenty times and meet a few walking fish.
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Rod Geller reverted to using the night for travel. He is overlooking the fortress town. They have declared a quarantine. Sure, that is plausible. But he cannot just ignore it. For one thing the road may already be closed, if travellers have reported back to Greenstone. He does not know how long this state has been existing. And of course, the most obvious question, why? And how? If the team holding the fortress town are dead, the Adventure Society will react. He will need to observe. It would be convinient, if travellers, who could take his report to Greenstone, were to arrive.
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The3uma is sitting in the dark. They have finally stopped the continuous questioning. It has been giving her time. Time is not good. Time lets you think.
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Zora has awakened.
L: How do you feel?
Z: Fine. Feeling your pelvis break is really a big contrast to that. Thanks for the tea, by the way.
L: You need it.
Z: How did you know I’d wake up just about now?
L: I didn’t.
Z: O. … You know. I …
L: Don’t speak.
She does so.
L: How do you feel?
Z: I hate it. I won’t to make the whole world pay and I hate myself for wishing somebody else would make it pay.
L: What will you do?
Z: I don’t know.
Z: I guess it depends on what is happening. I cannot just stop. It won’t go away.
L: Well, we got sort of divine help?
Z: What?!?
L: While you were still out a mindreasing priestess arrived and made us an offer we could not refuse.
Z: I see. Let me guess. He folded without putting up a fight.
L: Yes.
Z: I knew it.
L: Well, would you really piss off the next bronze rank enemy?
Zora slurps her tea.
L: And he’s handing out awakening stones like a malfunctioning hydrant.
Z: This deal, how bad is it?
L: They want us to ask before we rock the boat.
Z: No way around it?
L: She knows what we are talking about.