"Stick your righteous indignation where the sun doesn't shine, Zaeryl. You're unhappy you didn't get to kill them."
Michael tethers his horse on the far side of the ridgeline, far enough down so his head doesn't show. The horse supports Zaeryl against his cruel and demented rider with an approving snuffle.
"Hulgyr is a full-grown warrior and perfectly capable of calling me to task on his own. He and I will discuss that ourselves when he's ready."
Michael duckwalks back up to the ridgetop, taking care to stay low and not make a giant cleric silhouette. He looks back carefully for horses, riders, dust plumes, or moving branches.
"We have tried to speak to people three times now, once at Fallon, once at Bainlunder Lodge, and once here.
The first time, we lost our tempers and were barred from the city.
The second time, we lost our tempers and were barred from the house.
The third time, I decided we would not lose our tempers for twenty seconds -- no more, no less. I decided we would speak, and not attack them first.
At the end of that twenty seconds, Ironwolf was halfway back to getting his crystal and not only were they not going to attack us, they were going to escort us, fully armed and armored, through their lines, into Duvik, and directly to their commanding officer. We had, in short, won."
Michael shades his eyes and looks again, just in case things have changed.
"One second later, you had your vaunted freedom of mind back. In five seconds, you undid everything I had done and changed them to enemies. Your actions were more egregious than a wizard casting mass-anticharm person spells on the customers at the Red Dragon Inn."
Michael squints against the sun and looks harder.
Please Sela, let them not have had cavalry...
"In ten seconds, you had attacked them, not the other way around -- that made us bandits, and if we aren't murderous bandits, that'll be my doing, not yours. Now we can all be hunted down, summarily tried, and hung.
Do not mistake the seriousness of your offense. Since you are so selfish and callous we can't keep you from making us all criminals, then know this: if we bring you back bound and gagged to stand trial and be hung, we have maybe one chance in ten of convincing them you're a vicious deceptive killer who duped us and only merit a short jail sentence with flogging. Otherwise, if we're caught, we'll all be hung."
Would I even see a lone tracker? That's pretty thick brush...
"You can say what you like, Zaeryl, but saying it doesn't make it so. I used my powers specifically on you because I thought you were going to do something stupid. The fact that we're hiding on a hill with two of your corpses and an army hunting a flame-shooting bandit and his companions behind us proves me right. All I've done here is try to keep us on the right side of the law. All you've done is kill."
(Hopefully Michael has had a few rounds to take 20 on Spot or search checks to see if pursuit is coming?)
If no pursuit is coming, Michael crawls back out of the bush and back down the far side of the ridge to his horse.
"Now, does anyone not Zaeryl have a problem?"
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