“We should go that way,” Henric noted. He nodded towards the hall next to the one where Virryn had been leading the group. “That way’s the slave…” He trailed off there, uncertain how to recover from his gaffe.
Much to Kre’s surprise, it wasn’t Kersath that tore into him. It was Gnore.
“Ain’t a livin’ thing meant to be slave to no other ya daft fool,” he snarled. He had advanced on the former guard and was wagging a thick finger up at his face. “God ain’t want us to control no other.” He jabbed Henric in the chest and kept advancing as the man kept retreating helplessly. Gnore had switched to speaking Dweorvkin, which made it all the more angry sounding.
Kersath let it ride for a minute or so with that little amused grin coming out of the side of his mouth before he finally stopped him. “Brother Gnore,” he called out softly, “perhaps we save the rest of the sermon. I believe the man has learned his lesson for now, no?”
“Indeed, I have!” Henric called out, eager to be done with his chastisement. “I am sorry Miss…” he paused again, realizing he didn’t know Virryn’s name.
Virryn looked ready to respond when Kersath flicked his blade out and aimed it at Henric’s throat, “You have not earned the right of her name. Nor ours, not that you asked. If you and your employer had it your way, we would all be slaves and therefore beneath your notice.”
Henric hung his head in shame and sighed deeply. “You’re right. You’re all right of course.”
Gnore sighed as well and set a heavy hand on the man’s arm. “Ah lad,” he grumbled, “there be hope for ya yet. Always time fer makin’ change.”
“Well, now is time for making distraction,” Kersath urged. “Where does that passage lead?” he asked Virryn, pointing down the path the Henric had suggested.
“I believe,” she answered, “that is the way that would take you to the spectator terrace. My path will take us to the preparation area for the box seats.”
“Box seats?” Kersath murmured. “I suppose that is where all the very important folks are sitting?”
Both Virryn and Henric nodded with Henric adding in, “It will also be heavily guarded whereas the terrace will not be.”
“There are probably more folks in the terrace too,” Kre offered. “Might be a better place to create a ruckus.”
“True,” Kersath agreed, his eyes dancing around as his mind started to consider all of the factors. “You mentioned a preparation area. Would that be food preparation?”
Virryn nodded. “Excellent,” Kersath replied quickly. “You two,” he pointed at Kre and Gnore, “take your friend and scope out the terrace. See if you can come up with a plan while Virryn and I go gather a few supplies.”
“Wait,” Kre called out, but Kersath was already taking Virryn by the arm and jogging down the tunnel. He turned to the others and sighed, “I guess it’s up to us to come up with a plan then.”