Mandos Mitchinson wrote:
>All around Seagate a similar scene is played out in Inn's and Taverns. In
>the Inn a gossip is sitting in the corner telling his tales.
>At this point the gossip is interupted by a large hand picking up the gossip
>and arresting him in the name of the Church for Treason.
>Later that night 46 people are transported to Mordeux for judgement.
Well, I for one feel much *fecking* better without being threatened by
the hordes of slavering rumour-mongers and tattletails loitering around
Those PoLys sure know how to make a fellow feel safe.
Vashanka's stones! They're dragging four dozen prisoners that far north
just as the season turns? What, did they take a bunch a shovels, some
bags of lime, and packed lunch? I reckon the the poor bastards aren't
going to make it to Ranke, let alone Mordeux!
I might nip down to the Temple and ask an old mate about the weather in
Rokar this time of year... ...other side of the equator and the Dark
cricle, don'cha know...
Reluctantly PoD, but suddenly less unconfortable about it
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