Differences in The Wandering Inn 3.06 L
- Pawn had stood before her once,
and thought she had questioned him and the words had shattered his spirit,
- he had known that she cared for him in her own way.
Pawn stopped in the snow street in front of the entrance to the Hive.
- He stared down at the dark entrance into the ground.
- the Soldiers looked identical as they stood at the ready,
even to Pawn.
- He could identify some other workers by the scratches on their chitin,
- but the Soldiers were one alien mass to Pawn.
Workers did not talk to Workers,
- and Soldiers did not work with Workers unless there was some construction that needed their cooperation.
- He’d tested them with Klbkch.
They took longer to respond being questioned.
- And they didn’t react to being asked who they were and what their names were in the same way.
- The Worker mechanically entered the room and stood before Klbkch.
The Revalantor and Prognugator of Liscor’s Hive looked up at Pawn from the small wooded desk he sat at,
- “As am I.
I was hoping you could shed light upon the meaning of the class.”
- “You said you obtained this class after speaking with Erin?
What was the context of your discussion.”
But I have noted it’s occurrence.
- You said you were Level 1 in the [Acolyte] class?”
Pawn stared at a Klbkch for a few more seconds,
- a place without pain or fear.
A place where he was welcomed a place to be.
- But then he thought of God and wondered.
What are Gods not to be spoken of?”
- and then he felt himself being crushed against the wall.
Klbkch held him with one hand while the other one held an sheathed sword an inch away from Pawns’ eye.
- There was no mercy in the other Antinium’s gaze,
- What had he said that had upset Klbkch so?
Why—why was mention Gods so wrong?
- Klbkch hadn’t asked about the God,
didn’t known anything—or if he did,
- he hadn’t explained.
Pawn had walked into the Soldiers’ mess room.
- Not the Workers’.
- twin blades sheathed as he watched Pawn sit.
He wasted no time on greetings or small talk—the Antinium just leaned forwards and spoke.
- confused but determined to listen and make sense of things.
Klbkch held his gaze for a few more moment and then nodded.
Pawn looked up hopefully
- He heard no response,
but Pawn saw Soldiers suddenly move in lock-step once move,
- briskly marching towards their destination.
A place to be rest.
- The Soldiers stared at Pawn.
- and struggled to move,
but an iron grip had hold of him and someone was shouting in his ears.
The Revalantor pulled Klbkch along,
- running him down the corridor.
- Pawn watched,
horrified as Klbkch cut the Soldiers’ arm off and the beheaded him.
- The Revalantor fell back,
- but he couldn’t.
Greed liquid was running across the dirt floor,
- and shards of pottery and Soldiers were strewn across the ground.
- I know it is a sin to kill yourself.
But the Soldiers just want—they want forgiveness.”
- He had believed.
But all he had a Skill which wasn’t working and God—
- Maybe they were sinful,
but Pawn couldn’t call Soldier sinful.
- They had been born without any choice;
Pawn raised is hands.
- He trembled.
I believe in heaven.
- I believed.
- or it,
or they if I need to.
- I will pray to anything or anyone.”
- A Soldier lying on the ground,
nearly cut in two by Klbkch’s blade stirred.
- A Worker stopped dragging him towards a pile of the dead and immediately began pulling him towards the living.
- That was why Pawn ran over when the Workers needed help to turn a Soldier over.
He was praying as he held a Soldiers’ guts in,
- and as he fed water to one without a stomach,