“As for the rest of you, you will spend the evenings cleaning and repair the tavern. This establishment will remain closed until all repairs are made. And there will be no talk of demons or goddesses in this house. If you quarrel, take it to the council, not each other's faces.” The room grumbled ascent. Slowly men and women began riding benches and helping the injured sit.
The constable pulled out a book and pencil from his bag. “As you file out, give me your name. I will be visiting you tomorrow.” The patrons did so until Kite and Henderson along with serving girls, the fiddler, Fairbairn, and Edward were left.
Helena entered, her presence a common counterpoint to the tension that lingered. She touched Fairbairn’s arm gently, checking her with a healer's eye.