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The man was wearing the black robes custom of a Priest of Morr. While his head was covered by the cloth Lucian quickly noticed a few of the regalia that were upon the man’s chest and waist. They were skulls with leaves furrowed behind them.
An Imperial. Not only an imperial, but one who was allowed into a fortress of Bretonnia.
“Ah, you are leaving brother.” The Priest of Morr who Lucian was talking to placed his hand flat upon his nose as the other fellow passed by, “May Morr guide you.”
The other did not respond and instead he stared at Lucian. Without prompting the Imperial started to walk his way towards the pair of Peasants without addressing his fellow in the slightest.
His attention was squarely upon Lucian and there was no question about it. This was a different kind of study than that used by the Knight of the Realm. This Priest was trying to make some kind of sense of what Lucian was, or at least that was the feeling he got. Not the accusatory stare that was from the Nobleman.
“Have we met before?” The man said bluntly.
“I… I don’t think we have.” Lucian answered with a creeping sense of discomfort rocking his body.
“I see.” And further unlike the Knight of the Realm his eyes became lit, “From which direction do you come from? Where is your village?”
“V-Verac, to the west.” Lucian felt like taking a step back but his feet were rooted to the ground as he stammered out an answer.
“So the Forest of Chalons…” The Priest said as he looked to the side to see the scythe that was brought with everything else, “Morr has guided me well.”
Without a word the Imperial made his way out much to the confusion of all present. While nothing too odd happened, Lucian could not help but feel his very soul shaken by it.
>Head straight home
>Visit a Friend or two
>Provide some volunteer labor to the temple
