Rumors and Realities ( 361 )

Inside the Amazarak woman's mind, a desperate prayer echoed.

"Please... let me see her one last time..."

The halfling, finally steady after the wild ride, glanced at the guards. "We can still make it in time, right?"

One of the guards raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? For what?"

"The execution of the Amazarak princess, of course!"

The first guard blinked, then turned to his companion. "Huh? Wasn't that yesterday?"

The second guard shrugged. "Dunno, man. I'm not really interested."

The halfling's jaw nearly dropped. "For real?? You don't even know when an execution is happening in your own city?"

The first guard crossed his arms. "Of course not. Who wants to go watch someone get hanged or beheaded?"

The halfling was speechless. But the Amazarak woman felt a spark of confusion.

Why did they sound so casual about this? Something didn't feel right.

"So you're saying... the princess is already hanged?" The halfling hesitated.