The Traitor
Beliefs and ideologies are like deeply entrenched trees that are nearly impossible to uproot—unless you kill the trees. When it came to Flatfoots, Ruperto truly believed that his folks were these peaceful, diligent, and hardworking laborers, who never held a grudge or resentment. Seeing that he and Joaquim have been surrounded by an angry mob of dwarves broke the commonly held belief: These weren’t the Flatfoots he knew and loved. They weren’t his family anymore. And this, more than anything, made him so sad it was killing him.

Ruperto knew something was afoot and he had to intervene. He stepped forward and faced the army of forks and spears bearing on them. For a moment, he wished he had an enchantment to temper their moods. Since he had none of that—he had to rely solely on his gift of diplomacy…

He read the glitter of the mob’s eyes and the way the council of elders hid their mouths with one hand. They were waiting... salivating… for their demise. If he protested, he would have f
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