>>5720701Who would have thought ?
>>5720794It is an amusing irony of fate, indeed, but still, they have sinned before society and their lord too.
>>5720920>>5720966Let us simply hope that the sawmill owner will not pay a lawyer to defend them. It would make the affair far harder to judge.
>>5721172>>5721428Well said, la questionnette must be applied as per custom. Bring thepliers and the brodequins !
>>5721469Clearly, all of this made sense, of course, they all were complicit in these acts. The literate girl, she probably did some tricks and magic to make strange lights in the night, while the shepherd who was here with his dog could keep watch during the day around the tumulus to assure that the lumberjack, who was fascinated by traps, was not disturbed when restoring the old mechanisms of this tomb.... And of course, the daughter of the sawmill owner could easily lend her cart and her father's wood to transport materials to make the gate and to restore the traps.
They wanted to "prepare" a haunted tomb to explore it and impress the villagers and then be seen as local heroes, to join the adventurer's guild. It was an intelligent plan, probably thought by the too intelligent girl. See, intelligent peasants could only steal, cheat and create problems, they lacked the honor, dignity and good morals of the nobility despite all the church's efforts to educate them. You thought about it in the middle of your freezing, a peasant would probably have abandoned the girl who drowned at your place, yes, plebeians were like this. Woe the day when they would be responsible for more than a field.
But now you had a decision to make and so you told.
-And I'd have gotten away without a bath, if it weren't for you meddling kids ! And your vile dog ! Hah ! Put them in chains men, we shall judge them tommorow.
The dog was not chained, for lack of chains at his height but the rest, despite their protests, was driven outside. Unfortunately the time was bad in this autumn and in your damp clothes you were coughing and freezing when you came back to Otherone. Here you ordered some peasants to give you dry clothing and sat a bit before a fire, while the village's blacksmith closed the chains and irons on the hands of your prisoners. You even ate a hot and very spicy soup from one of Ishaan Devi's daughters, a quite pretty girl even if her dark skin suggested that she did not bath often, like her father, but who could blame her, their village was not near the river. But even with this soup you still coughed more and felt worse than you should. You ordered to go back to the castle and of course a strong rain finished to make you cold. With nowhere to go hide from it in the plains you had to return at your castle in a pitiful state, cursing all the inventors of trap based on cold water and blowing your nose in your hand before swiping it, as a polite person. You then ordered your servants to prepare you a hot bath.
