Carinus moves in front of Sylvian, cooly staring down the barkeeper, not looking behind him at the massed men.
“You will at least give our horses feed and water before we go. You have one hour.” He commanded.
The man’s fierce eyes dulled as Carinus' will overwhelmed his. He would do his bidding, no matter what he wanted. No one would die... at least not yet.
While this happens, Heldric, who was invisible before now chooses to randomnly make himself visible and declare himself leaving - scaring the hell out of everyone suspiciously announces that he is leaving the tavern, along with Daniel and Lucien.
Outside, the two fleshcrafters pointlessly begin altering their appearances.
Steeple
OOC: I was already going to give the full scene to Aman, so i'll just give you the same - even if you would arrive later.
Joseph found himself within the church. The wreck of a chapel was manned by a single friar and Joseph could tell by looking at him that he was a tired man.
“Good evening, friar” – Joseph, whispering
“Greetings, brother.” – The Friar
“I am Brother Joseph; I hail from the Tyniec Abbey, and am on pilgrimage, I was wondering if there was a place that my brothers and I might rest our heads.” – Joseph
“I am sorry, no. We are a small parish with only a single priest, and we share him with two other towns nearby. He sleeps on a cot in the back. Indeed, I am here only temporarily to keep the doors open while he is away. I am Brother Tybald.” - The Friar
“Ah well, I understand. It must be very difficult to keep the flock’s attention when you can pay so little.” – Joseph
“Indeed, but these folk are an exclusive lot. They keep their own council for the most part. We give service twice a week and are lucky to see half the populace between the two. Though it is hard to speak of a savior in abstract when they have one of their own who is all to present and real in their lives, even if he is just an old legend.” – Tybald
“How so, are they pagan?” – Joseph
“Oh no, it’s more superstition than worship. They claim that one of their own protects them from the darkness beyond these walls. They say he was a great hunter from their great-grandfather’s time, they feared the night in a way that we fear hell itself, but that this hunter, he drove back the darkness. He crafted 13 arrows, with which to slay that which terrorized Napoca, and with three he struck out, slaying the darkness that ruled the city. Saint Mitru they call him, slayer of darkness, they say that even after he died God gave him the task of protecting the town from the devil’s children… who’s to say its not true?” – Tybalt explained.
“Who, indeed?” – Joseph.