Aure nodded to confirm the words of her elder. The expression on her face revealed a mind filled with uncertainty.
“Fine. My name is Tuura, and my demand is for that woman.” The Turyan pointed his finger at Vierra. “Yesterday, she interfered with a matter that does not concern her: the punishment of a thieving slave. She also wounded me with an arrow.” The man revealed his shoulder beneath the bandage. It had an ugly, ragged wound in it. An ordinary man wouldn't be standing with a wound like that, but this one did not seem to mind or care.
“Do you deny this, Vierra? Is he a liar, or did this really happen?” asked Eera. Everyone's eyes turned to Vierra, who looked uneasy. At last she spoke.
“It happened like he said. He tried to kill the man, and I stopped him. I could have shot into the
