“Maybe they all just packed up an’ left?”
“Mayhaps. Or maybe they’re just bidin’ their time, planning something big.”
Despite the lack of bloodshed in the morning, the day progressed with a sense of manic urgency. The discovery of a body would have been a kind of cathartic release; now, everyone was just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The day’s hunt was fruitless. No concrete evidence of the Lords of Slaughter could be found.
“Still nothing?” The mayor of De’endee asked.
“Not quite.” The barbarian responded.
“I was just settin’ traps! For defense! I swear!” Septimus shouted. A dozen well-armed adventurers scowled at him, their weapons drawn and pointed in a decidedly unfriendly way.
“In someone else’s house?”
“A guy like me survives, you know? Whatever it takes. Somebody tries to kill me, I don’t aim to be where the bullet is.”
The mayor, a few dozen feet away, turned to the barbarian. “He’s not one of our people. Pretty sure he showed up when the rest of you adventurers did. Your call.”
The barbarian picked up one of the deadly-looking devices Septimus had been carrying. He shook it gently. “Let’s see what the group wants.”
The adventurers argued back and forth about Septimus. Some vouched for his innocence, others recalled other suspicious things he’d done. Ultimately, they decided to kill him.
Few could meet Septimus’ gaze as his captors dragged him forward. His noble visage seemed to flicker, uncertain. Just a trick of the heat, a few adventurers muttered to themselves.
“Friends,” Septimus said. “Look at yourselves! Look at what you’re doing! You need me!”
innocent innocent innocent.
A few of the adventurers shook their suddenly-clouded heads. What were they doing? Septimus was clearly innocent. How could anyone not see that?
“I’m a paladin!” Septimus continued. “I can channel my god-given power to seek out and smite those Lords of Slaughter. I can be your weapon, and you’d just cast me aside?”
innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent.
“Let him go.” One voice shouted out. A few others joined in agreement.
innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent innocent
The barbarian took an unsteady step forward. Septimus smiled at him, a comfortable smile. The barbarian reached down, untying Septimus’ bound hands–
INNOCENT INNOCENT INNOCENT INNOCENT.
–And stabbed Septimus through the heart. Septimus didn’t even have time to scream as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. His long, greasy locks fell aside, revealing a pockmarked, hideous face.
Septimus, a Beguiler and one of the Lords of Slaughter, is dead. Night has now fallen, and will last until 6 pm central time on August 6th.