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The group approached the village upon the backs of their steeds. There was caution in their step yet as the sun hanged high above their heads there was no real worry. Most horrors of the Old World would have hidden itself by now. Staying away from the damning spotlight that was the sun so that their enemies would not be challenging them on equal footing.
No one came out of their homes to welcome the newcomers. Peasants would have either been scared of Lucian, suspect him, or try their best to ingratiate the Knight in their homes so that they may reap what little honor that gave them. To have none come out was the oddest item of it all.
The Knight did not see anyone, which was the weirdest of them all.
The homes that were scattered about appeared to have been damaged and torched. The signs of battle and combat clearly shown in the streets with the exception of there being no corpses. Lucian glanced to see that one of the walls was filled with the blood of a poor victim, but there was still no body there to be the origin of the spray.
Their travels came to a stop at the outskirts of the village. There with only a few houses infront of it was a church of mix denomination. The highest symbol that was sported on the top was a devotion to Shallya, the Goddess of Mercy who was a blessing to all Peasants. It is her warm bosom that peasants like himself in the past could take refuge within for at least a short while.
Attached to the church was the Garden of Morr. It was not filled with many graves and from Lucian’s eyes appared to not be disturbed. He noted, with some dismay, that this Garden appeared to not be sporting the characteristic walls that almost all others he had seen possess.
Perhaps it was because the people so far in the countryside did not fear outsiders, but in truth it was likely that they were not rich enough to protect this Garden from roaming necromancers.
“We gonna keep staying out here?” Adok said as the Dwarf pointed at the broken pair of doors leading into the sanctum.
The Knight nodded his head and dismounted. The scythe danced within his hand as he approached it, “Lets see whats in here…” The Knight said as he was soon flanked by his companions.
Putting on his helm, the Knight then pushed open the door.
