Chapter 6
In reply to Ciryl Fontaine (msg # 39):
"There's nothing decent about getting yourself killed," Brennan snorts. "You'll be hung for witchcraft like the rest of us, not because you talk to demons, but because you are one of the Chosen. You GLOW, you fool, and they can SEE IT."
He jabs a finger in the direction of Ducktown.
"You're a businessman, not a idealist. What can we do to help him? What actual concrete action can we take to save a man whisked away in the dead of night by a demonic creature with which he made a bargain he's backed out of?!"
Brennan makes a circling "get on with it" gesture with his hand.
"I'm listening! But it's a whole day's travel, Cyril! Longer, by night. We'd reach the gates utterly exhausted just in time to doff our caps to Titus's impaled head on the gate before being tied up for a proper bonfire of our own. THIS, I foresee, not salvation for our friend, but doom upon us all!"
Brennan narrows his eyes slightly, confident he has at least Bryce's support in the matter of not wanting to be burnt to death by the Inquisition, and gestures toward the cart.
"So unless you have a PLAN to go with this fool's errand, one strong enough to warp the bands of fate, I think we'd better talk about how many of our supplies you plan on riding off to die with."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:31, Mon 09 July 2018.