Decisions
She had set
the precedent – no punitive action would be taken against those who disobeyed. Now, she had to redress her sojourn into
lenience – she had let her discipline grow fallow. Now she had to fix this mess before anyone
else was alienated. The Band did not
need any more adversaries to deal with.
She had to come up with some artifice to coerce him into fixing what was
wrong without seeming inclement. Pretty
soon, the man would perpetuate the hatred of everyone, causing his own demise.
She mused over a way to
confront him without being insulting, her eyes fixed on the urbane man across
the camp. At first, she had thought the
problem just to be a negligible mistake – a one-time thing. But now… Everyone else was too craven to confront him,
fearing his anger. When he got mad, he
tended to harass you until you admitted defeat – he claimed it exhilarated him…
Enough thinking. It was time for action. "Azrael! Get your butt over here!"
"Yeah,
Nire?"
"Now, I know that your
culinary skills are quite excellent, but you have to delete from your stews all
that pepper! You're going to burn
somebody's mouth off…"
*Fin*