Much calmer, Dinah steps into the temple, head up and alert, and ready to take in the situation.
The situation is this:
Three men stand at one end of the room, around a sack of looted silverware and ceramic goods, over which they appear to be arguing. Two more men, and three women lie dead on the floor. All of them, living and dead, sport a range of injuries, but that's the only thing they have in common. This isn't just a multi-cultural gang, but appears to be a multichronological one as well. One of the living men has a sword and a doublet, for crying out loud.
And then there's the man near the entrance. Holding the gun. Which he's pointing in Dinah's face. He doesn't look old fashioned in the slightest.
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The situation is this:
Three men stand at one end of the room, around a sack of looted silverware and ceramic goods, over which they appear to be arguing. Two more men, and three women lie dead on the floor. All of them, living and dead, sport a range of injuries, but that's the only thing they have in common. This isn't just a multi-cultural gang, but appears to be a multichronological one as well. One of the living men has a sword and a doublet, for crying out loud.
And then there's the man near the entrance. Holding the gun. Which he's pointing in Dinah's face. He doesn't look old fashioned in the slightest.