Dr Simon
Explorer
The old lady wrinkles her nose at Mystal's proffered knife, and doesn't take it.
"Let them bleed," she says, staring down at the dying men. "Let them suffer to the last." She looks up at Ape, and it is as if she has dismissed the paper lantern thugs from her sight.
"These men, they came to our shop," she gestures with the end of her stick. "They asked for money from my son and daughter-in-law, who refused. So they came back and took my son and daughter-in-law away. The next day, my son and his wife came back. As walking corpses. Carrying their heads under their arms. So now I keep the shop, with my orphaned grand-daughter" She shrugs her shawl into a new position on her shoulders with careful dignity. "So yes, enough innocent people have died, taken away by these monsters and brought back as living dead, but if you've come to stop them, there are more of them in there," she points with her stick to the building where the remaining gang members have retreated to. "And dead people who've been taken from Shrinam*, who can't find rest." She sniffs, and turns to address the group as a whole. "I've seen you, you work for the Vashti. Did she send you to help us?"
*Shrinam, Keeper of the Dusk Gate, Imperial God of Death. For more, see the bottom of this article
"Let them bleed," she says, staring down at the dying men. "Let them suffer to the last." She looks up at Ape, and it is as if she has dismissed the paper lantern thugs from her sight.
"These men, they came to our shop," she gestures with the end of her stick. "They asked for money from my son and daughter-in-law, who refused. So they came back and took my son and daughter-in-law away. The next day, my son and his wife came back. As walking corpses. Carrying their heads under their arms. So now I keep the shop, with my orphaned grand-daughter" She shrugs her shawl into a new position on her shoulders with careful dignity. "So yes, enough innocent people have died, taken away by these monsters and brought back as living dead, but if you've come to stop them, there are more of them in there," she points with her stick to the building where the remaining gang members have retreated to. "And dead people who've been taken from Shrinam*, who can't find rest." She sniffs, and turns to address the group as a whole. "I've seen you, you work for the Vashti. Did she send you to help us?"
*Shrinam, Keeper of the Dusk Gate, Imperial God of Death. For more, see the bottom of this article