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Lucian felt his anger simmer of the surface. It was not a strong anger, not one that would awaken the rune that was placed upon his breast but the kind of anger from someone who was slighted. He was simply brushed off the wrong way, a common thought against someone who clearly was in the wrong.
“My apologies Captain.” Lucian felt it was best to be courteous to the man as he spoke. After all while he was a Knight of Bretonnia the man was correct in his points. He was essentially a Duke and should be respected as such, “But I cannot stop my investigation now.”
Upon the words of Lucian the man seemed to somewhat calm himself. He was given proper respect and now felt he could talk more calmly, “And what investigation are you committing as a Morite Priest?”
“I suspect that he,” Lucian gestured a hand towards the man that was so sharp it would poke the man, “is hiding something of Chaos on this very vessel.”
Lucian’s words seemed to wound the Captain as they were spoken. A dagger of possible treachery being dug into his heart as even the idea of there being evil in his presence was heartbreaking. Lucian noticed that among the group of sailors many of them tensed at the mere mention of Chaos, their flesh itching as phantom warts appeared within it.
The Black Knight had been amongst the company of stronger folk, or those already damned, that he did not think what mentioning their great enemy openly would cause.
“I dispute! Dispute I say!” Shouted the gummy fool as he stepped forward, “Look over me Captain, check my clothes and my flesh, I do not have any stigmata on me! Look through my things too if you wish!”
“Yet you still stopped me!” Lucian shouted at the man only for the Captain to get between them once more.
“Silence!” The captain yelled as his face was obviously peeved.
“Look at him! Everyone look at Sir Knight!” roubleroused the peasant as he pointed towards Lucian, “Look upon his eyes, is that not the Stigmata of Chaos!? A sign of mutation!”
