Zaren leaned back, crossed his legs, looking smug as hell at the lively drama that was now playing out before them.
Meanwhile Vinn looked between the Village Head and his aged mother. The Saying that there is no smoke without fire stood out to her. First, a son accused his own mother. Then another villager accused the said son.
There was surely something there, and Zaren seemed to be more than determined to find out what it is.
"Any more suspects…?" He asked the villagers, seeming thoroughly amused at how they were pointing fingers at each other.
Dawn struck her staff against the ground, "Silence!" She commanded in a voice that was both powerful and shaky at the same time.
She looked to her son, hurt etched in every corner of her face and visible for all of them to see. "I understand that you're spineless and cowardly, but throwing your mother to the wolves unfairly is no way to go."
