Goglina might have disappeared, but Chavu still had three living traitors. They stood before the fountain, ready to be tortured in it.
Chavu had other plans.
"Everyone who knows these three, step forward," the Naga commanded, and some goblins stepped forward uncertainly. They did not want to be punished alongside the traitors. Yet, they had little choice.
"Now, come forward, and tell them all the good they had done," all the mobs blinked at Chavu. The Naga wanted them to do what now?
"Chavu, a minute," Marcellus tugged Chavu out of hearing range and stared at his face for a whole minute.
"Yes, Marcy?" Chavu asked. Marcellus cleared his throat and spoke.
"Didn't you mean that they will be plunged into the water until they nearly drowned?"
Chavu shook his head. He knew that, as a dungeon core, it was expected of him to be cruel. He had never been, and he refused to start now.
