Their chants die down as one captain speaks up from among the ranks. Jack, unfortunately, is right. With shifty glances and huffy mutterings amongst themselves, the mob's intensity wanes. When the Torchers are more willing to listen to Jack instead of their own governor, you have to wonder just how bad things really are.
You're lucky, Sunjata. The crowd slowly, begrudgingly disperses. But not before one of them comes forth with a brave and heated threat:
And then, whisked away by torchlight and temporary defeat, the mob is gone. Sunjata and his loyal(?) allies will be left to deal with the burning house themselves. He won't get help from anyone else in Torchline but he must know that by now.
You're lucky, Sunjata. The crowd slowly, begrudgingly disperses. But not before one of them comes forth with a brave and heated threat:
"Better watch yer back, armbiter; ya ain't my gov'ner no more!"
And then, whisked away by torchlight and temporary defeat, the mob is gone. Sunjata and his loyal(?) allies will be left to deal with the burning house themselves. He won't get help from anyone else in Torchline but he must know that by now.
