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“You helped them?” Lucian could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth as he spoke them, “Why, why did you betray him!?”
“Th-they were terrifying.” She cried out as she gave ugly tears of anguish, “He… he asked that I get them to a place to meet Samuel by himself. That I should tell Samuel that we are meeting somewhere and that they would be there instead. And I did it! I did it for a silver coin!”
“You… you were bought out? He was your love…” Lucian could hardly believe his words as they were spoken.
“Th-think about it.” Her eyes looked upon Lucian wantingly, “A silver was more than I had ever seen in my life. I could leave this place, go to the Empire! Use it as a dowry for a Nobleman to take me as his wife!”
Lucian kept his anger down as he walked to be above the wailing woman, “Do you know their names? Where did they corner you? Do you know where they live?”
“Th-they asked me to lure him to the Gardens. Th-that might be where they live. Easy to get rid of Samuelson’s body after the monster killed him.” She was talking quick now as a pair of wild eyes looked upon Lucian, “I have told you everything! LEAVE!”
The moment her anger rose the scythe had already left its scabbard. The weapon drifted before the woman with the weight of damnation upon its blade. It hung there behind the woman, tempting to drink her blood and send her to Morr.
She had committed a crime to not only another Peasant, but one of Lucian’s brothers within the Cult of Morr. There was no need for a trial, and in truth Lucian would be expected to kill her on the spot for such crimes. There was honor in that, honor in giving swift justice to the departed that deserved their life more than the Peasants who sold them.
It was a sour taste in Lucian’s mouth. How dispicable she could be.
There was one last question he needed to ask, “What happened to the money?”
It was then that her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her heart beating so loudly that Lucian could hear it in his ears. Her head dropped to her breast as realization of her death came creeping in.
“I… I lost it to a pickpocket.” She admitted that she had committed her sin to what ended up being no reward at all.
>Kill her
>Let her live in shame
>Keep it secret.