Chapter 144: Tragedy, Part 5
Telmé and Birgir peered around the edges of the doorway. Korin stood in the middle of the room, his back to the door, head bowed low as three Priests stood around him, yelling and gesturing and growing increasingly enraged with every word. Through it all, Korin remained silent except to sniffle and sob.
Where was the Korin so eager to punch Telmé in the face or shove him off the bridge? Where was the man more than ready to pick a fight, who had no intention of backing down until he'd won or someone came along and forced them to stop. Why was he letting the Priests hurl abuse at him?
"Enough," Birgir said sharply, stepping into the doorway.
The Priests continued, either choosing to ignore him or not having heard him. "You're a worthless brat. A child. Only fifteen years of age and now we are expected to call you High Priest? Goddesses save us"