I divined who broke my stuff. The divination has led me to a man with greasy hair and lazy eyes. I purposely bellowed, "Who broke my things?" as if I didn't know who did it.
I then observed the culprit's behavior.
He had bad posture and was smirking at my theatrics. I bet he's thinking he got away with What he's done.
He is unable to contain his excitement. He is hiding his smile behind his hand. F*cking prick. Now making Yang stones is a chore too.
I went back to the tent to assess the damage. He didn't find my spirit stone stash. He, however, stole the small sack I was keeping at the ready.
"Asena, what's the punishment for theft or breaking someone's belongings in the tribe?"
She smiled and said,
"Same thing as every other crime. A proper a*s kicking."
