The
church hall explodes in uproar as he finishes speaking. He takes his
seat quietly, hands folded in lap, allowing the hubbub to play out.
There are demands he be locked up, accusations of associating with
Lucifer, blame for the whole situation. Throughout it all, the mayor
bangs his gavel, demanding an order that seems impossible amidst the
noise.
After
a while he takes to his feet once more, clapping his hands a second
time to silence the room.
“I
must apologise for causing such turmoil,” he says, “Such was
never my intention. Perhaps it would be for the best if I left
now...” he allows the thought to hang in the air for a moment
before turning to leave.
“Stop
right there,” the mayor commands, “Guards! Do not allow that man
to leave!”
A
number of uniformed men make their way to the exits, hands placed on
sword hilts, eyes firmly upon him.
“What
manner of consideration would you require?” the mayor demands.
