The woman points disdainfully at the pair. Vanna keeps her son close to her side.
Lady: We all know you made a dark deal to save that boy. How else could he have survived so long? If you’re as close to Cheth as the Fata Morgana are… then you’d be wise to keep your strange little CROSSER away from us.
Pavel tilts his head quizzically, unfamiliar with the turn of phrase. Vanna, on the other hand, recognizes it right away, and her eyes almost seem to brurn with anger.
Vanna: ...My WHAT
Suresh: OY!
The ramen chef intervenes quickly with a brandished steaming spoon. Vanna seems surprised but pleased by the support.
Chef: That rotten slur has no place here. And Vanna Morena ain’t a necromancer- she’s a DOCTOR! And a damn good one! YOU’RE more of a witch than she ever was!
Before the woman can formulate a retort, another voice interrupts from outside of the tent. A young woman with her hair in a braid and a bright orange cape around her shoulders addresses the crowd and points up the hill, where people behind her all seem to be flocking.
Young Woman: Um… Excuse me… You all might want to come up to the shrine… A Saberfort recovery ship showed up in the North Harbor a little while ago. Those soldiers… They were carrying a BODY.
Suresh: Gods above and below… That may be our princess, then. If she’s really here, she’ll need a proper send-off. Let’s go pay our respects! Yeah, even you, mean hat lady.
The ramen cook wastes no time in elbowing his way to the front of the crowd. All of them start to follow as he leads them out into the throng and up towards the shrine. Mean hat lady looks a little dumbstruck, and both Pavel and Vanna stay behind, watching the people hurry up the hill.
