"Yes! Yes!" The pair chimed. "He's guilty as a scorpion in a hen limo!" Rat Sponge began to wail piteously, tears streaking down his wrinkled and dirty face.<br/><br/>"We found him in Mary's room! He was going through her panties like some sick fucking pervo," Rico said, turning and actually spitting on Rat Sponge's face, "and he had Drugstore's bag in hand, ready to plant it in Mary's things!"<br/><br/>"And he would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for us meddling Strongs!" Flippy added with pride.<br/><br/>Before they can carry on, Licorice Whip bursts in. She is out of breath, and the left side of her face is covered in small cuts and what is forming up to be one heck of a bruise. The most likely explanation was someone smashed a glass bottle or clay cup in her face, but there was room for error in that assessment. "We gotta problem in the maize field. Workers all gone crazy, wrecking all the shit. Barely got away to come get you." She gasps out, and then wavers on her feet like she is about to collapse, pass out, or both.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Right now they are in high demand and a hot commodity. Mary stole 2-barter worth of mushrooms.</div></div><br/><hr/>Rayovac nods, and falls to his knees beside Truth. The man prays with the fervor of a man in fear of his immortal soul and proper contrition for straying from the path of the Strong. There is genuine faith in Rayovac, but he is not made of the same stuff as Truth.<br/><br/>Prayer brings the answers that Truth seeks. The ascended heroes take Truth's eyes and show him what he desires to see. There is clarity to this vision that exceeds his own vision: were he to perceive this with his own eyes, the colours would be more drab and washed out, but there is a purity to what Truth sees now, because it is a vision from the heroes. Mary is sitting outside the hold's walls, to the south, underneath the shade of a peach tree. She is not alone: Fuzzy and Brigs are with her, but they are simply at rest in their labour. All of them have dirt on their hands and knees, and beside them lay rough and hard used tools for working the earth to ensure the health of plants. The trio of women are eating flat breads and sipping water, chatting and laughing about the comparative carnal performance of men in the hold. The details are salacious and base.<br/><br/>Then came the words of heroes! The voices of the heroes whispered all at once in Truth's ears, filling them up with words. The heroes did not all speak in the tongues of men, but, nevertheless, Truth Strong understood in his spirit what they communicated: Mary's motives were base and callow. The girl simply desired the transient approval of her peers; the visceral desire of performing a forbidden act; the effects that consuming the mushrooms would have upon her mind and body. She wished so much to escape her weakness and the tedium of the endless labouring the dirt, and the mushrooms were a temptation too great for her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I have no problems with you doing it that way, Riveda.</div></div>