CHENDRY: (rushing forward to hold him back, his hand on Tilal’s shoulder. Villagers surround, staring) Tilal. Tilal, calm--
TILAL: You have no idea, Chendry. I know we’re all devoted to-- to Azziner’s little project-- but some things go too far.
(Villagers watch this dispute. Kanner, on the tabletop, looks aside)