Waiting for the Man...
Garryn and Caylin depart to the south, while Asher, Hau'dn, and Dominique leave for the north. Villhalas, Totmacher, and Aine remain behind with the living and dead guardsmen. All await the arrival of the Borderton authorities. Aine taps her foot impatiently, then grates out to the guardsman, "I'm going to see to the horses, alright? Not going anywhere, but the animals have been in their traces all evening, and really need some tending." The guardsman nods reluctantly, and Aine walks over and loosens the harnesses of the horses, talking soothingly to them and doing what she can to rub them down with burlap sacking from the wagon.
Soone enough, half a dozen guards and Savin Perysinos appear, led by the two boys. The alderman looks around somewhat distastefully as the guards level crossbows at Villhalas and Totmacher--one glances at the decapitated body and exclaims, "Mithras!" Savin stares grimly at the two half-brothers, his mouth a thin, bloodless slash across his face. "What happened here? Why is this man dead?" The alderman speaks softly but intensely, his eyes narrowed and focused.
Seven bells.
