"There he is! The useless lord!"
"That disgraceful lord!"
"Atticus Ravenstein must answer for his crimes!"
"Cut him down!"
"Drag him out!"
"Get him!"
The ground shook beneath Atticus' feet as millions of men, women, and children clad in beast skin marched toward him, roaring at the top of their lungs.
Each one bared at least one weapon. Many held bone clubs, others brandished broken spears, sharpened stones, rusted kitchen knives, dented pans, and one particularly deranged man was brandishing what looked suspiciously like… a giant fish.
'What… what is happening?'
The group had gone alert, and Atticus felt all eyes on him, questioning. It was clear at this point that he was their sole target.
"Did you offend an entire race of people and didn't tell me, my star actor?" Whisker said, frowning slightly. He looked genuinely wounded that such a legendary feat had happened without him witnessing it.
