the baker thanks kazgar for his healing help, moving his leg and feeling the joint realign properly. He mutters gods be praised, standing to his feet.
marzel look at Kunala. but the problem remains. she has been detrimental to our survival since the beginning. And it is obvious now that her sanity has cracked, leaving not only her, but all of us as well, vulnerable to attack from outside, and a drain upon our resources as well. Something must be done with her. I am open to suggestions she says with a look at the 4 of you.
The door from the outside soundly secured, Gareth steps through the crowd, his bastard sword still resting in his hand. Standing over the beaten, mad halfling, he let's his blade come to a rest just to the side of her head. Staring down at Johanna coldly, a dark growl utters forth from his voice. "We put ourselves at risk to dispose of the corpse of the fallen... to protect all of us. You saw fit to betray us while we were trying to protect you. Perhaps you are a bit nieve, but I serve Ragathiel, the god of Vengeance, slayer of Betrayers. Give me a good reason why I should not remove your head right now?"
Johanna looks gareth in the eye, and what stares at him is the soul of someone gone. Her gaze shows her sanity has snapped, and in its place is....something.
He comes! Malvisteran comes! He Comes! He Comes this Day! All shall Die! All shall be consumed! Malvisteran comes for you! She points, her finger falling upon gareth and then slowly moving to Kunala.
She begins to laugh...the slow laugh. the laugh of madness, of insanity. Of seeing the end, and unable to accept that the end has come.
THe laugh fills the room, rebounding upon itself, making you feel uneasy...
Kazgar looks at the crazy halfling and shudders as she speaks. "Mal... Who?"