Re: 2.3 The Seven's Sawmill and the Cult of Norgorber
Miriam rounds on Logalog as he begins to speak, fury blazing in her green eyes, and starts to respond in heated tones, "That miserable...", then takes a moment to consider her relapse into the sort of language she heard and spoke growing up in the slums of Underbridge. She doesn't blush, but she does make an effort to moderate her tone before she speaks again, though she's clearly still quite angry.
"He vexes me because I know his true face now, unconcealed by any masks, and it's one my mentor took for a friend, right up until he murdered her two years ago, and one that I continued to take for a friend right up until the moment I removed his mask. Justice Ironbriar, who so graciously offered to help in my quest to end this threat, but never quite seemed to come up with anything substantial. I never considered it odd, because he was a friend and surely he was trying his best.", she said, bitterly.
"I suppose this does answer the question as to how the cult was always one step ahead of the authorities. Justice Ironbriar was a traitor to his oaths, to his supposed friends, and to the city of Magnimar, and I was a fool to ever trust him.", she spits out, glancing down at the leader's body again. She doesn't stomp on it again, though she kind of looks as though she'd like to.