The Nelson family members went straight to the gallows after a cursory trial.
These gallows, all meticulously constructed from timber handpicked by the whelps of the Circle Lynx Guard from nearby forests, even featured freshly twisted hemp ropes, with their organization at its peak, granularity aligned, each creature ensnared by the ropes swaying with the sea breeze.
"Is this really the time for your cold jokes? The little girl who just got on the scaffold is as tense as a sardine; don't you have a shred of compassion?"
So when do you suggest I crack my cold jokes? Who knows which villager's head got swapped out for her silk dress. I pity her less than the succulents on my balcony.
