[So long as Kurapika follows suit, Solomon has no complaints. He'll press a finger to his lips as he glances up towards the window.
There's commotion - people with raised voices, the sound of wooden doors being slammed. Most is garbled, between aggression from one party and panic from the rest. It feels familiar, despite the fear. A common occurrence that doesn't lose its bite.
We take no argument to the harboring of heretics!
There's a scuffle, a disturbance of the horses. Someone distantly sounds like they're begging. Another screams.
Both the figure under the blanket and Solomon himself flinch hard as the scream is rapidly cut off with the sound of metal on flesh. A body impacts the ground. Someone starts to wail.]
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There's commotion - people with raised voices, the sound of wooden doors being slammed. Most is garbled, between aggression from one party and panic from the rest. It feels familiar, despite the fear. A common occurrence that doesn't lose its bite.
We take no argument to the harboring of heretics!
There's a scuffle, a disturbance of the horses. Someone distantly sounds like they're begging. Another screams.
Both the figure under the blanket and Solomon himself flinch hard as the scream is rapidly cut off with the sound of metal on flesh. A body impacts the ground. Someone starts to wail.]