440 - Blasphemer

Minotaurs do not believe in hiding their emotions. With great care and many tears the skins of their fallen were pulled down, separated, and burned. With great lament, they were buried entwined among the roots of trees.

"Where are the warriors?" the young woman who had taken care to put Cassandra into the ground near a patch of flowers asked.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, momentarily distracted from my System message.

"I saw you talking with them earlier. The warriors. We have only the wounded ones here, taking guard shifts."

I looked at the message again before dismissing it. [New title earned: Blasphemer.]

"They could not be persuaded." I said. "They said they were only going to look for the bodies of the fallen, but I'm not certain how focused they'll remain if they spot recent deer tracks."

"Good." she said. "Those damn deer deserve every ounce of pain we can cause them."

"At what cost?" I asked.