Plotline: Main
Chapter Type: Social, Companion
If there were any doubt that I was no longer welcome in Daurian society, being stripped naked would have been a clue. My wonderful guards then use a choke pole (a bamboo pole with a length of leather looped through it, you ensnare your target, and then pull the loop tight) applied to my neck, just to make it clear to anyone else.
I got conflicting messages from the populace, who spat upon me, cast curses so minor that most of them could be Eaten.
Perhaps I should clarify that. Just like Swordsman isn't the only class that can use a sword, Curse Eater isn't the only profession allowing you to break a curse apart for mana. It even involves the same gesturing as warding against the Evil Eye. (Which, yes, is a real thing. I might or might not get to it later.)