⚔️Serberia

Veserod sighed, furrowed his brow, shrugged, and spat in the corner, then took Renold by the shoulder and led him a few steps away. "To be honest, I agree with you, brother. We've gotten ourselves into a mess, thanks to that damned countess and that lousy cat. And for good measure, it would be better to finish this ourselves... Neither of us signed up for such things, but we know they can be necessary. And yet..." another sigh. "Look at our women - they're almost ready to burst into tears. They're unstable creatures; who knows what might trigger them. And they're praying to the same idol as those fanatics. In short, damn it... It's a situation where it's better to nod, smile, and hope for the best. I think my sister is partly right - the fanatics look like they've accepted their fate, and who's going to listen to them anyway? We should finish with this stupid province as soon as possible and get out of here. At least that previous fanatic was already in the hands of the authorities, but we can't avoid making a decision now."