[WFRP2e] The Power of One - Part 2 - "Transire Benefaciendo"

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Taalia Giovanni

Taalia exhaled and pursed her lips as the seriousness of the boys wounds became more and more apparent to her as she attempted in futility to rescue the boy from Mor's grasp. Alas, she could not. His fate was sealed the moment she had pulled the trigger and the lead ball had impacted with his body.

In an abstract way it was unusual to think about the intersectionality of fates, with her to continue and he to desist. She, Taalia, where-ever she was from, the Wastelands, the North-East of Bretonnia, Nordland or even, possibly, from Norsca itself, had slain a boy who was drawn up to Tilea from the lands of Araby or somewhere deeper into the world. That their fates would collide like this was surely to the amusement of some god for whom the lives of mortals were simply an entertainment.

But. He was still a thief.

What had he come around here to do?

Steal, obviously.

Had he left before that door had been opened? Had he chosen to labour in some lower-paying, but more honest profession? No. He had chosen to partake in the arts, rewards and, evidently, the risks of being a thief. He'd gambled with his life and he'd lost.

Besides, what would his actions have been had he and his coterie gained access to the house? They obviously knew, or at least believed, that it was filled with only the elders of the Cestie clan. Old men and women asleep in their beds - those were the victims this boy had agreed to target. He was no innocent. He knew what he was doing, why he was doing it and he had hoped to profit from it.

Standing up, the Taalia loomed over the boy not much younger than herself, as if she were a valkyrie out of mythology, and shook her head as she exhaled. Though disgust was visible in her eyes, there was an impression of lamentation on her features that showed she was not completely without pity. Were she some goddess of fate, she would have spared the boy the lead ball and allowed the terror of the situation to direct him to departing the gang and bettering himself. But alas, that's not what happened. The sum of this boys life, it seemed, was to serve as a warning to others of what not to be.

"Stupid boy..." she uttered sorrowfully.