Bellalalalinda says, "Why exactly are we doing this? That's a lot of money -- more'n a year's work for my ma n' pa, just for Whistler and me. Is this really an investment we need to make right now?"
The cavern walls are painted with blood in all directions. A mess of needles, bolts, rope, and chains are scattered around the place in a grim display. Hidden in the trees above are bodies now hanging from their necks or feet in various states of expression. Some smiling, some angry, some gripped by fear.
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