Re: Potter's Field
Tarrov was aghast. He was no naive debutante, thinking the world was full of nothing but flowers, balls, and moonlit assignations (although he had certainly known those who were). He had thought he was steeled against the ugly underbelly of Korvosa, against the kind of depravity and exploitation that were the byproducts of any large group of people living together.
Tarrov truly believed that evil existed in the hearts of men, and only civilization kept them from tearing each other apart with their bare hands.
But this. He looked around at the broken people around him. This was more depraved, more sickening, and more evil than anything he had previously imagined. He couldn't understand it. He could understand most evil, even while he didn't approve. He knew why someone would abduct little girls to work in brothels. He knew why people would enslave others. He knew why people would step on the backs of others to get ahead themselves.
But this? This seemingly unthinking, uncaring cruelty? Evil without a clear purpose? It boggled his mind.
Tarrov turned to Selvin. "I agree. We have to let them go. We don't have the ability to properly care for them, and we have to stop this Rolth and his associates from doing this," he almost spit the words as he waved his arm over their damaged flock of rescuees, "to anyone else." His eyes glinted. "Ever again."
He waited for a response to Vaddis' question, to see if they would need to escort these ones out or head on to exact vengeance against the one responsible for this horror.