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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ulorian - Agent of Chaos" data-source="post: 2051426" data-attributes="member: 16668">Watching Dain tear into Amalric, Horsom feels a pang of pity for the dishevelled priest. He doesn't interrupt, though, thinking it best if the church deals with its own.________________________________________Horsom nods knowingly at Glom's response, recalling the crispy conies from their journey to Selby.________________________________________As the group approaches the cottage, the smell of sausages reminds Horsom that he hasn't eaten supper. He sadly pats his satchel where his dried travel rations are kept. At Dain's direction, he moves towards the side of the cottage, but cringes at the dwarven priest's pounding on the door. So much for quietly arresting the miller to protect his children. He takes a quick peek into a side window (if any, if open) to gauge the family's reaction.Edit: RC posted while I was writing mine.Horsom remains at the side of the cottage to make sure no one leaves. He keeps an eye on the back as well. His anger flares at the miller's words. "That's the most ridiculous logic I've ever heard" , he mutters. "What gall! He thinks that the natural cycle of the seasons has been influenced by his actions. Nature, bow before the mighty miller! Cringe, as he bends you to his will!"</blockquote>