Horizon of Darkness

- He's not "crazy"! He's cursed by a demon, you know! - Davalia interjected. - As far as I know, this isn't something you can just cure, you need a specialist.

- A specialist more powerful than the Black Goddess? - Dorobo snorted. - Yeah, I'd like to see that...

And if we spill even more blood here, and in a one-sided manner, who knows, maybe the cup will overflow and we'll end up summoning the main villain here? That would be just great. Or, let's torture people in the domain of the demon of pain, what a brilliant idea! What could possibly go wrong?

- Not "torture," but quite the opposite. But that's a valid point, - he puts the whetstone away. - But I'll say this: let's say we hand him over to the guards or someone else, and the worst-case scenario I described happens - we end up with a handful of cultists who have slaughtered the Radwood townsfolk. For you, this is all just a game, so I think, even with great difficulty, your mind will be able to apply a normal defense mechanism to this situation as well. But it won't save either their souls or your own. Every action has consequences, and sooner or later, a line must be drawn somewhere. Think about it, Gen. As a friend.

- We could try to get useful information from the dead, if necessary, - Fai suggested. - Although if they are cursed, then maybe that's not the best option. What if they can still cause harm even after death?

- Better not, or you might catch a brain worm and start babbling and rattling your bones.

- Maybe he was in the port, or maybe he was here recently... - Joe pondered. - Ah, you'll understand when you reach my age: what it's like to lose your memory.

- Well... - Zeikin frowned and strained his one and only cognitive convolution. - He also said something about a "camp." Maybe it was a waitress from the tavern?... Who knows. He thought about this information for a while, and at one point he felt like he was onto something. But this feeling never took shape, so he waved his hand dismissively. Thoughtfully circling around, he returned to the chain-bearer, silently stared at him, and lit a cigarette.

Added 6 minutes later

- Well, I contacted an expert, and they said they'll be here in an hour.

- Not optimal. Let's go back to the idea that he's a suspect - then we'll just wait for him to bring thugs here or do something even worse. And if he's actually innocent, and the real culprit is the one who disappeared, then he also knows we're here. We need to explore the area further and get organized properly.