[Is that... the sounds of a crowd? It sure seems to be, indistinct rumbling from the mist.
Maybe not so much a crowd as a mob, though, from how angry they sound. And if she follows - ]
Please! Let him go! I made a mistake!
[ - A familiar distressed voice, from a man with his back turned to her, who seems to be trying to fight his way through the ever-thicker crowd to - ]
Ardyn!
[ - his brother, tied to a shadowy post on a shadowy heap. Ardyn's figure is the only thing that's really clear in details, stripped to the waist, his hands tied above his slumped head. His face isn't in view, hidden by hair that's just a little more naturally red than Touko would ever have seen it, but it's obviously him.
Equally obvious? The misty crowd intends to burn him at the stake.]
A variant - cw: executions
Maybe not so much a crowd as a mob, though, from how angry they sound. And if she follows - ]
Please! Let him go! I made a mistake!
[ - A familiar distressed voice, from a man with his back turned to her, who seems to be trying to fight his way through the ever-thicker crowd to - ]
Ardyn!
[ - his brother, tied to a shadowy post on a shadowy heap. Ardyn's figure is the only thing that's really clear in details, stripped to the waist, his hands tied above his slumped head. His face isn't in view, hidden by hair that's just a little more naturally red than Touko would ever have seen it, but it's obviously him.
Equally obvious? The misty crowd intends to burn him at the stake.]