That was fun. A mild comment, a couple of well-armed zealots, and the sick sound of a detached head hitting a stone floor. Blood-Spilled-for-Freedom is no more, and his compatriots are just disgusting. And our heroes are just shocked as hell by the whole thing.
I feel so much better. Nothing like a nice bloody slaughter to perk up a book.
And I have over 1700 words, so I’m about done.
