“Crying won’t help anyone, you know. Only babies cry.” The wizard pointed his staff at the ever-escalating trial that wound up the mountain. “We need to be moving on now. I won’t continue traveling with a crier.”
The girl kneeling next to the smoking corpse looked up at the man in the course woolen robes, hot tears rolling off her cheeks. “You killed my father. In front of me. I think I’m going to cry.”
Huffing so hard it blew his scraggly grey beard in front of him. “He was questioning my judgment. Now? Lets get on with this quest."