There was silence for a long few moments as they all tried to process what Erran had told them. “He really murdered the other Augurs he found?” asked Fessi, distress evident in her tone. Erran gave her a sad nod. “Four of them. One was eight years old.” The blood drained from Fessi’s face, and she looked away. “Then…you did the right thing, Erran. I wish you’d told us, but…you did the right thing,” she said softly.
