<em><strong>Week Seven</strong></em><br/><br/>The people of the slums are working, and working hard. Both Kieri's alliance and Freya's church are doing all they can to make this place theirs.<br/><br/>Big Snuffles continues his project, moving the earth around with his mighty mammoth muscles, he is able to make very good progress. He is now about halfway down with the aqueduct and the pipes that will bring much needed fresh water to large portions of the slums. Kieri's little goblin hands prove just as useful, fine tuning things that that the big loxodon couldn't handle so delicately. There is a sense of hope and progress in the air.<br/><br/>Elsewhere in the slums, something very different is occurring. A storm is gathering.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You need to come!" One of Freya's loyal followers says quickly. They've never seemed so urgent before, the the holy lady is compelled to treat this seriously. She is quickly escorted through the driving rain and the slums to a bar where she knows that one of the last of the gang bosses loyal to neither her nor Kieri holds court. It looks like someone set off a fireball inside. The walls are burnt, the windows are shattered, she can smell the blood a block away. As she enters the place she almost knows before she sees it what she will find inside.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/glDinlx.jpg?1)</div><strong>Broken Sky</strong><br/><br/>The hero of the slums sits in one of the few intact chairs in the place, holding his glaive before him like a walking stick as he leans on it. He is bleeding from a dozen places. All around him the guards of the boss are dead, and the boss himself lies face-up at the one nice booth in the place. As lightning flashes and the rain continues to pour Broken Sky looks up, meeting Mother Freya's eyes. They both know what has happened. She's caught him in a weak moment, and could very easily rid herself of the person that many in the slums still view as in charge of this place.<br/><br/>He coughs, spitting up blood in the process and slowly, weakly gets to his feet. He's in no condition to fight. He can barely stand. The man is famously quiet, but after a moment he removes his mask and regards Freya stoically.<br/><br/>"She's beating you." He says simply. "The goblin is ahead of you." He spits blood to the side. "Kill me and she'll be in charge by dawn. Let me go, and you'll have time."<br/><br/>He's trying to make saving his own life the rational choice. They both know it. They also both know that he won't beg. Or plead. Or compromise. He starts to walk, stiffly, weakly, to move past Freya into the night.<br/><br/><em>Mother Freya has a choice to make.<br/><br/>A) Kill Broken Sky, and claim his glaive, making it obvious who did it<br/>B) Kill Broken Sky and leave him, making it look like he died in the fight<br/>C) Let him go. </em>