Loss?

A few minutes ago...

Setkh and Karrun were dragged out to a field full of various healthy crops being grown in large, well organised and tended beds.

Nooses were still slung around their necks but not as tight so as to allow them to breathe and move well.

On the other hand, the people who had been working in the fields were not so lucky. Their bodies were hung in the air, yellow nooses tightly gripping around their necks, with their points of origin being high up in the sky where their ends faded into the dimming daylight.

A judgement from above?

No. It was murder from below.

Close to a hundred of the staff who had worked for the Bryne Family could be seen, and their silent throes gave Setkh a tinge of guilt as he glanced towards them briefly.

This was all his doing.

But what of it?

They were already at this point.