<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/a8/31/a831f2c6a31cd147493a9d43ebb2d684.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zkulu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1714186)<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The crowd<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Leviticus, the approaching Bannermen/Knights<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>None<br/><br/>Zkulu smoothes his loincloth back down carefully. Stupid loincloth. Although it did get him more attention than he might have otherwise gotten so his words were heard. Despite the clamor and press of the crowd, and his attempts to see what has happened and whether the guard has captured the man whom he pointed to, Zkulu does keep checking back on his master.<br/><br/>After all, if the guards had not caught the man, things might be getting dangerous, and while an average slave might not be expected to risk himself, he’s just had that training last week.<br/><br/>So it is that he takes immediate note of Leviticus’ dismay.  Oh, that’s not good. He noses the taller man’s shoulder gently, and takes note of the closing knights and bannermen. “Fear not, Master. If I have made a mistake, then I made it in the King’s defense. I saw a hooded man fleeing the guards and heading towards the dais. Certainly the man I pointed to either came to interfere with the execution, or perhaps he was another assassin!”<br/><br/>He doesn’t whisper it, after all his Master needs to hear this over the crowd noise. Besides, it’s best for his Master if others overhear it, particularly the coming soldiery.<br/><br/>In the confusion of the crowd, he doesn’t blame that the King’s men may well be arresting him shortly, and he trusts in the King’s justice.<br/><br/>Surely once he has explained that he was trying to help the guards apprehend a possible threat to the King, they will release him.<br/><br/>Surely.