Chapter Type: Social
In retrospect, I should have been less surprised and offended. The goblins, when they suspected the same lethal injuries, had placed me in the spore pits.
"I'm serious." I said. "What do you mean, sacrificed?"
The young man looked down. <1>
I sat up, facing the old woman. "If you would, please. Explain." <2>
"You," she said, brandishing a fan at me, "could learn some manners. And stop being so stressed; if you work yourself into a heart attack or stroke, we're still sacrificing you."
I looked about, realizing that most of the people in the room with me were human. "And these others?" I asked.
She shrugged. "The magical battles at the wall are fierce; we need all the mana we can get."
"Seriously, if you want necromantic mana, I would think there are enough dead people to provide for dozens…"
She raised four fingers. "Death, Madness, Chaos, Evil. Four taints. Four, the number of Death."
