The pagan’s fall was too brutal even for him to watch. He cringed and averted his eyes, tossing his gaze up into the stands. There he found something more entertaining than the pagan’s humiliating downfall. He stood on the tips of his toes and peered over the wall of the Nords’ dragón’s den. In the stands to the west, the pagan’s mother, the Cruelarrow, bleated like a bludgeoned sheep. He was captivated, happy to play audience to the Cruelarrow’s extemporaneous performance of the new tragedy he had tentatively titled Fall of the Filthy Pagan. Unfortunately, the woman seemed determined to overplay her part. He had thought Don Efraín and Urbano were hamming their affections at the sanctification, but their show was bland and rigid compared to the Cruelarrow’s exaggerated pathos. Could she not see the Red Cloaks were already tending the pagan with Healing magic? The pagan was hurt, certainly, but would be well shortly. After a good night of rest, he would no doubt be fine.
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