Judgement on Effect
In town after town, we find evidence of visits by our town choir. The instruments locals used to drive them out are left shattered about their likely point of performance. When the choir returns home, their props and alternative robes are often dusted with foreign materials we can trace only to provinces outside of our control. They take their dangerously atonal act as far as they can roam, believing the violent reaction they engender is mere envy. And we, quizzical citizens, wish we were so sure of ourselves, measure the distance of their infection. Perhaps they crave effect, not judgement.
Assessing the Danger
We believe our choir has been here. In the open space in this town's square, small stones in legion laze about. They could not have gathered except by being carried, or, more likely, thrown. Under a few of them, pieces of torn hymnals, like those our town choir uses to torture us. We did not suspect they would range so far to ply their aberrant talent, but there is no limit to driven predation. If we can find like-stones in the folds of choir members' clothes, or welts matching these rocks, we can expand our knowledge of their perilous range.
