C63 Who Is Responsible

"We don't talk about that fruit anymore." The old man sets down a kettle on the floor of his wooden house and sits across the strangers he had invited in his home, albeit the complaints and reluctant pleas of his people.

"May I ask why?" Ayen looks at the woman and the boy they had encountered earlier beside the old man. They were clasped together, their eyes peering into the strangers' souls