35: Brice
Brice
They’d checked up on him. Idelle had sent her companion to find Brice, and he’d reported that there was no sign of ‘the poor dark sod’. So when Brice rejoined the tour, he had some explaining to do.
He told them he thought fresh air might help, had wandered off to find a way out. Didn’t have access, though, so that was a dead end. Still felt rough, too. And he clutched his guts, kept on moaning.
She bought his act. They had him sign a waiver—his illness was nothing to do with the Campus, and the company couldn’t be held legally responsible. Kaiahive covering their backs, as usual. Then they called for an escort, and the burly guard took Brice back to the front gate, let him out.
They could’ve offered him a lift into the town. They could’ve arranged medical assistance
