Randomized Plot - someone is wrongly accused of a crime. story about risk-taking
He had left Rheask and Rask half-way between the mining settlement and Atricis to keep them off the radar of the settlement's guards. They'd warned him off already when he'd tried to argue Bristin's defense and offered to help find the real thief they hadn't seemed to believe existed. But Rhea knew Bristin. She wouldn't do something like this. She wasn't the type to steal.
Bristin was 18 turns, a journeywoman miner and had two younger siblings, one a wher candidate here at Atricis and another still in the creche, but whom had set his sights on dragonhide. She'd lost one parent when Isil had collapsed. The other had fallen to Firehead in the south. Yes, things were rough, but the Weyr had taken in her siblings for care and her apprenticeship met all of Bristin's needs. Having walked the tables a turn ago, she was making more money off her work now. She didn't need to steal—not that she would even then. But no matter how hard Rhea had argued, he had been brushed off at the stories of two guards having found her with the bag of stolen goods next to her.
If only Rhea hadn't stayed in sick. If only he'd sucked it up, downed some feverfew and klah and brought a pocketful of handkerchiefs to sneeze and blew his nose into and taken on one of those guard shifts. He could've been the one who found her. He could have listened to her story about the person who knocked into her, dropped the bag and kept running. He could've sent others to search and catch.
“Just because you consider someone a friend, doesn't make them innocent,” the guard captain had sneered at him, “It's always the quiet ones you never expect.”
“Did you even try to search?” Rhea had pressed, “I'd do a better job of it than your entire team! I'll find him without having an innocent person point me in the right direction.”
“You'll do nothing of the sort and I better not see you here, visiting or working or otherwise, until this case is resolved.”
And then Rhea had been escorted out of the mines.
That had been under a week ago. Bristin's sentencing was tomorrow, or so Rina had told him two days. She'd also told him nothing had been done to look into her claims of another person. So Rhea had spoken with the one other person he knew would and could help.
He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled like a bird twice, the signal he and Toross had decided on, to let him know he was here in case Toross had arrived first. If not, he would hide himself and wait for Toross's whistle.