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The druid rises and takes Ez aside. The half-elf moves sprightly, clearly his staff is a more an implement than a support:"We are not executing him now. He has said that there is the root of a popular uprising; that the nobles have been mistreating the peasants so badly that some are crying for revolt. If he is correct,and I believe that he believes it, straightaway execution will do no good because the conditions that are breeding him are still alive. I we are to rule here, we cannot be always watching our backs. And, yes, if he has been treated unjustly I am moved by that; I have seen the callous side of nobles myself. He said that most of his bosses groups are just thugs but there is a young person there is just out for blood."Ezmerelda, having long ago sheathed her sword and wandered off to keep lookout when it was plain that violence was no longer in the offing, strolled back. She took in the improved lot of the prisoner, and her fellows plotting, and observed, "So...we're not executing him, and we're not bringing him in for trial. Oh, I see, you want to attack the rest before they catch on that they failed..."
She glances at Elurin and adds, "He's won your sympathy, hasn't he? What did he say to you?"
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