Mob mentality.
Truth be told, the human mind was easily influenced—people's opinions on matters of any kind were swayed by the collective, by their relationship to the whole.
It's for that reason public outrage spread so easily. All it took was a few people in a crowd lashing out, and the rest would follow. A single spark of violence was all it took.
An example? Catch a thief in a market square—just one person needs to act out, and the others will descend with them. In the end, nobody killed the thief, because everybody did.
Damon was facing that same type of monster now—the crowd.
Who would they believe? The word of one man they didn't know?
Or the village head of a village they'd traveled to and traded with countless times?
Damon's eyes scanned the growing frenzy. He spotted Seta dragging over a barrel of oil.
Honestly, he thought, a bit overkill for burning one man…
Still, Damon said nothing. His expression calm. Detached.
