Sterrig had one hand go to the bowl, but another reached as if to grab a crystal before it dissolved in the water flowing around us. An expression of finding comfort crossed his features. He then took off with the bowl to where he could scream at the lady.
“THERE WILL BE MORE!” She spun, but he kept talking. “More gold, but also more purishorten. Whatever you are attempting to refuse or deny, there will be more of this stuff. Here! Take the bowl! Leave!”
Sterrig asked, “Hey, are you saying that you are voting with me? I mean, your plan is just a secondary option should my belief not hold true.”
“That is true. Still, Sterrig, gaining this island was not done easily. Think about how fatigued we might be after adding another channel crossing. My proposal might add another step, but it also gives us a destination that we can make before we collapse from being heavily fatigued.”
Evidence could not lie. One however could misread it with the results being a wrong conclusion. Taking off things so I could look at my feet would actually not solve any problem. I however knew to push things with Sterrig, as he would lie hoping others would not challenge his evidence.
I lifted my feet to pull off my boots while saying, “Maybe the changes you noticed are simply from taking a bath.”
I felt the evidence was clear, but went ahead and let those around me hear my list of facts. “There’s nothing here, Sterrig. There is no stench of dead, decaying bodies below. There is no taint in the air of trees, dirt, or even purishorten. Except for a slight angle to the drop, where we are is no better than where we were up top.”
“I will bet you that we notice something after the next descent.”
“I hope not.” Before he could ask, I went ahead and supplied the answer. “If you feel we are getting close to the bottom, you would climb on down.”