The trio looked at each other in reluctance to heed the freedom I was willing to grant them.
'First step to conviction: make them doubt their former thoughts.'
I almost thought out loud, guessing they no longer trusted their all-seeing master.
Still, no response came from them.
I turned to them and restated.
"Since you told me a story, I think it's my turn."
Their expressions didn't change, but it doesn't mean I won't go on with my plans. I went over to the edge of the floor on which we stood and bent to watch the shallow abyss.
Picking up a stone, I threw it into the abyss. And, not minding if they listened from behind me, I formulated a narrative that could favor my intent.
"Once upon a time a cataclysm fell upon an Unknown village. The misfortune was however not without its pros and cons.
