I’ve spread about half a dozen different stories around about them, but the truth is pretty gruesome.
Jacob fell in love with a girl from a local village, and she came up with child. Her father was a local priest, and he convinced the people that my brother was a mage. Of all the crazy things in the world. Well, my brothers were schemers and I was basically the village trollop, so I can see as how they wanted a good reason to chase us off. I don’t think they believed it to this day, but it was a convenient way to get rid of a nuisance.
So they dragged him off in the middle of the night, screaming, but I didn’t see it. Lucas didn’t let me go the whole night, or so he told me. I completely blacked out. I only know that I couldn’t talk for three days, and I was vomiting, sometimes with blood, for at almost a week.
Lucas was insane and violent, so his end was bound to be violent. He was an assassin in some ragtag band. Well, he ran his mouth and then ran off to tattle when he got told to keep his mouth shut. Bad, bad, bad idea. They doused him in cooking oil and lit him up right in front of me. Only reason that I survived is because I didn’t know anything about what had gone. They, thankfully, believed me.
Gruesome, but that’s life. Also, that one Troubadour noble is finally back. Don’t trust that guy. He’s nice. Too nice.