The man who clung to the high priest was beginning to grow more desperate, more impatient with each passing second. How could he possibly go back the same way he had come?
What would he say to his beloved?
It felt unjust, wholly unfair, and he couldn't accept it... he wouldn't accept it! He had to get those trinkets by any means necessary.
"Then I beg you to please give me a month," he pleaded. "I will gather all that is required within that time. But please your Excellency, I beg you, I need those bangles today. My wife... her condition—"
Nicolas let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well, bring what you can within a month," he conceded. "Only then will I give you back your trinkets."
"No, Your Excellency! Please! My wife could die at any moment, please have mercy!"
