CHAPTER 2
"Your crime?" asks the iceman.
"Murder!" he laughs "They say that, but I killed no one. You see, it was foul play. At the house, it was deemed so that a ploy against me, oh old me, that I should be deemed the final escapade of their little charade!"
"I offer you little penance." you say "House? Aye, he is right, you speak of a house of thieves." Gurmandiir follows "Then what of the 'brother'?"
"Ah...but a brother in name only...The poor man stole a bull..."
"A bull? No such thing..." you reply
"That is why it is so important!"
"Let us move..." Gurmandiir beckons "And you fellow, may your small justice offer you solace as the crows pick at your eyes..."