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Miriam looks angrily at Shiny "It does not know ANYTHING? Then let's stop it from hurting more innocent people. I will not have it survived thanks to St. Cuthbert and hurt good people. Who will do the honor?"
She raises her mace giving a last chance for Shiny to save him "He speaks, he lives".
<Giant>"I've seen hots of Umans, some like that, but they all look the same kind of. If he's there, he's with the rest." The Ogre doesn't seem to understand why you'd be so concerned with a particular human.
Natalia shakes her head. "Don't force, can't force, never force. Evil, but helpless, an idiot. Kill a helpless idiot, even...even if disgusting? More Valen than Miriam, more...fighter than healer." The words are heavy at the end, as if collecting her thoughts is a physical exertion.
Miriam shakes her head in anger. 'If it is useless about providing us information, them let's give it to the soldiers' justice. After all, it is theirs and their loved one lives threatened by the ogres attack.'
She drops her mace and goes back to lean on a tree but does not shut down. Instead she seems hyper alert.
"Not to the soldiers justice, but we should ask the Lieutenant if he wants to perform the execution. He may want to question the ogre on his own." Mithril looked at the ogre, staying a good distance away from the large creature.
Seeing the chance, the Ogre begins an attempt to run after being temporarily bolstered by a bit of healing he ends up turning and falling flat on his face, nearly falling on Kurt. The strenuous effort bursting his words open again as he starts to bleed out again.
Shiny steps out towards the oncoming soldiers. "Greetings again. As you can see, we ran into some ogre trouble, but it was nothing we couldn't handle." He seems to have caught himself on the verge of giving one of his usual dubious introductions.
Miriam stands there, watching, thinking. The current scene is blurry for her as the adrenaline is leaving her blood stream and she is facing the reality that St. Cuthbert gave her a sign. Unless it was a feverish sign from her mind.
She thinks about her past with Calric and all the kind moments are now tasting foul because she imagines young Mary going through them as well as multiples young naive farm girls and Calric coercing into giving him everything he wanted.
She wants to scream, she wants to cry but all she does is stare. Each passing moment increases the impact of her realization that her life was a lie and a scam.
Her Holy Symbol feels heavy around her neck, knowning that Calric carried a similar one. Yet at the same time she senses St. Cuthbert presence flowing through it.