Walking through the crowd of onlookers, Thel led Melody as they gently pushed those who were in their way.
"Hey!"
"That's so rude!"
"I was here first!"
Thel stopped and grimaced as Melody crashed into his back.
"Why did you stop?" She hissed, punching at his back while she adjusted her eye mask.
Looking over his shoulder, he nodded to the front so she could watch under his lifted arm across his left shoulder blade.
Peeking, she could make out the tavern owner who had his hands confined behind him with a metal strip.
His white hair had been tied up around his neck with its end sticking out.
His purple eyes teared up as he glanced through the crowd of onlookers who dared not help him, and back down at the water in front of him.
'Is this how I die?' He thought with regret and fear of the consequences.
Stripped to his underpants, whip marks that had formed throbbing welts could be seen, with the wind brushing past it as the only soothing remedy to the burning sensation.
