the backs of the two boys.
"The blond fellow is the one that spit in Tiera's food. One of the Galas. After what happened there last week I'm surprised he hasn't been called home. He was also the one that lured Tiera and Reggie to the tavern for that prank."
It seemed like Tor was missing something.
"What happened in Gala? Or did you mean the thing here?"
"Crud. No one told you? I guess that makes sense, you were just back and all that. OK. Fine. Leave the task to the little kid." Timon looked around before speaking, his voice going low, almost nervously he rubbed his right hand on his black velvet trouser leg. It was pretty clear that whatever happened he didn't want to be the one to say anything himself.
He did it though.
"Patricia Morgan and Gerent... He was pretending to be you, to draw the Larval out, they were taken into custody in Galasia. It seems one of the Baron's brothers realized that he wasn't you and figured that meant Trice wasn't her either, so they were thrown into the low jail there. Karina found out about it from some sources of hers and asked me and Tiera to go and get them. They were mistreated while they were there. Raped. Both of them, many times. Beaten too, or at least Gerent was. I haven't heard all of it, but I saw the wounds."
" What ?" It didn't make sense. First of all he didn't know who Gerent was, and second... They were raped ? How? "Did the Baron..."
His face felt cold suddenly, and he was starting to shake, rage pouring through his body. Timon didn't step away, but he did slap his shield on.
"You're going into a combat rage. Stop it. We don't have time. Besides, it's already been dealt with. Tiera helped them take off the jailer's arms and legs. Then she ordered the men put in a whore house to live out the rest of their lives being used against their will. Well, after Gerent took off their manhoods. Baron Gala swore, under Truth verification, that he didn't have anything to do with it. It's a good thing, since I was almost certain Gerent was going to fight him right there on his own front lawn. He's a good man. Um, family now too. Count Lairdgren adopted him. If anyone asks, including the King, the story is that it happened ten years ago. So he wasn't really breaking the law, impersonating a nobleman. You get that?"
Tor focused and made himself relax, just standing with his eyes closed for a long time, until all that was left was a headache. A few moments with a healing amulet took care of that. Luckily he had one with him. You never knew when they'd come in handy.
"Alright. So... I don't know what to do. Should I go to them now? Can either of them bear the sight of me? I didn't know... I should..." That was the thing, what should he have done? What could he do? They were both wronged and nothing he said or did would fix it. Not at all.
Tim patted his back, his shield impacting with him just hard enough to get his attention.
"Yes. You need to go to them, and soon. Right now we have other things to do however and duty requires us to see to that. They're both staying in the capital. Gerent is next to my place, in the cottage next to mine. They're my own build, but I pretty much stole your plan for it. The color scheme is a little better, otherwise they're the same really. Bigger bathing areas, and two separate rooms for sleeping."
Tor closed his eyes again and nodded.
"I'll do that. I can't believe that happened to them. It's all my fault." He felt like it was, but even he couldn't work out how it would be true. Timon didn't correct him though.
They just walked in silence for a while instead. When they got to the headmaster's office a rather bland woman sat in the chair that used to be occupied by Proctor Campbell before he died. That had been a gruesome scene too. Tor had never cared for the man overly, but the nanos that killed him had been a horrible way to go. All death probably hurt, but some ways were clearly better than others.
It was a sad thought, but at least Regina
"The blond fellow is the one that spit in Tiera's food. One of the Galas. After what happened there last week I'm surprised he hasn't been called home. He was also the one that lured Tiera and Reggie to the tavern for that prank."
It seemed like Tor was missing something.
"What happened in Gala? Or did you mean the thing here?"
"Crud. No one told you? I guess that makes sense, you were just back and all that. OK. Fine. Leave the task to the little kid." Timon looked around before speaking, his voice going low, almost nervously he rubbed his right hand on his black velvet trouser leg. It was pretty clear that whatever happened he didn't want to be the one to say anything himself.
He did it though.
"Patricia Morgan and Gerent... He was pretending to be you, to draw the Larval out, they were taken into custody in Galasia. It seems one of the Baron's brothers realized that he wasn't you and figured that meant Trice wasn't her either, so they were thrown into the low jail there. Karina found out about it from some sources of hers and asked me and Tiera to go and get them. They were mistreated while they were there. Raped. Both of them, many times. Beaten too, or at least Gerent was. I haven't heard all of it, but I saw the wounds."
" What ?" It didn't make sense. First of all he didn't know who Gerent was, and second... They were raped ? How? "Did the Baron..."
His face felt cold suddenly, and he was starting to shake, rage pouring through his body. Timon didn't step away, but he did slap his shield on.
"You're going into a combat rage. Stop it. We don't have time. Besides, it's already been dealt with. Tiera helped them take off the jailer's arms and legs. Then she ordered the men put in a whore house to live out the rest of their lives being used against their will. Well, after Gerent took off their manhoods. Baron Gala swore, under Truth verification, that he didn't have anything to do with it. It's a good thing, since I was almost certain Gerent was going to fight him right there on his own front lawn. He's a good man. Um, family now too. Count Lairdgren adopted him. If anyone asks, including the King, the story is that it happened ten years ago. So he wasn't really breaking the law, impersonating a nobleman. You get that?"
Tor focused and made himself relax, just standing with his eyes closed for a long time, until all that was left was a headache. A few moments with a healing amulet took care of that. Luckily he had one with him. You never knew when they'd come in handy.
"Alright. So... I don't know what to do. Should I go to them now? Can either of them bear the sight of me? I didn't know... I should..." That was the thing, what should he have done? What could he do? They were both wronged and nothing he said or did would fix it. Not at all.
Tim patted his back, his shield impacting with him just hard enough to get his attention.
"Yes. You need to go to them, and soon. Right now we have other things to do however and duty requires us to see to that. They're both staying in the capital. Gerent is next to my place, in the cottage next to mine. They're my own build, but I pretty much stole your plan for it. The color scheme is a little better, otherwise they're the same really. Bigger bathing areas, and two separate rooms for sleeping."
Tor closed his eyes again and nodded.
"I'll do that. I can't believe that happened to them. It's all my fault." He felt like it was, but even he couldn't work out how it would be true. Timon didn't correct him though.
They just walked in silence for a while instead. When they got to the headmaster's office a rather bland woman sat in the chair that used to be occupied by Proctor Campbell before he died. That had been a gruesome scene too. Tor had never cared for the man overly, but the nanos that killed him had been a horrible way to go. All death probably hurt, but some ways were clearly better than others.
It was a sad thought, but at least Regina
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