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"Don't patronize me, whelp." Krojun doesn't appear to be moved by Lyla's tirade. "By the ways of the Sklar-Quah, he deserves no less."

Thousand-Bones shoots Krojun a glare, but says nothing.

Kroft, on the other hand... "That's enough. You have the man who killed your son--if you're going to do anything else with him, take it outside the city limits."

Krojun is silent for a bit before nodding at the two warriors holding Karralo. They haul him off onto one of their horses with him trying to endure the pain.

"Do you really think he will not attempt escape as we return to the Storval Plateau? I will *not* allow it, and I have seen to it that he will not have the chance." Krojun gets back on his massive horse and turns around. "Бид гэртээ унаж!"

Krojun glances over at Karri, listening to her with a venomous glare on his face. He eventually turns his gaze to Karralo, bleeding and crippled before him.

He nods at two other warriors in his entourage. "Түүнийг доош зохион байгуулах." He growls.

The warriors step forward and seize Karralo by his arms, hauling him up to his feet. Krojun turns his eyes back to the party. "So be it. You have returned my son to me, and brought his murderer to heel. For that, I am grateful."

He turns his baleful gaze to Karralo. "As for you, tshamek..." His boot lashes out and--*CRACK*

Karralo's knee bends backwards and breaks. The murderer starts shrieking in shock and pain as Krojun breaks his other knee.

"...I think that will be enough to ensure you do not escape again."

A guttural groan comes from the cart as Giggles groggily sits up, having finally regained consciousness. "Uh... what's goin' on?"

Krojun's face is an impassive mask as Nalun steps forward with Gaekhen's body in his arms. He tentatively reaches out and slides the cloth covering his son's face down.

He doesn't say anything for a long time. Thousand-Bones rides up alongside him.

Krojun looks up at the rest of the team, his eyes shining with unshed tears. His glare does not waver. "Now, where is the хир буртаг who murdered him?"

There's going to be a few parts to this. Stay tuned!

"Alright--enough chitchat. Let's get going." Kroft says as she saddles up on a horse. Thousand-Bones follows suit, and soon the party is underway.
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The citizens of Korvosa give the procession a wide berth as they ride through the streets. As the party turns onto North Point, a crowd gathers behind them and follows them as they ride for the city gates. Karralo rides in the back of the cart and keeps his head on a swivel, looking all around at the surrounding crowd.

There is another crowd at the North Bridge, this one clearly composed of Shoanti. There are seven of them, and they are all dressed for combat--some carry massive earthbreakers, whereas others bear swords and klars. The biggest of them, a bald mountain of a man clad in little more than a loincloth, hide vest and tattoos, rides forward upon a great black courser of a horse.

"Sharatok... tshamek." The leader growls, his glare falling upon the party. He gives Thousand-Bones a look that bears grief and anger in equal measure--to his credit, the old shaman does not flinch. "Where is my son?"

Thousand-Bones leans closer and whispers in Demitri's ear. "This is Gaekhen's father--Krojun Eats-What-He-Kills. Tread lightly around him--all the spirits of the Plateau and all of your gods would not be able to stay his wrath today."