[center]The land in front of them was their destination. Alergard, the lost isle. A sense of anxiety washed over Reynald, making him reach underneath his black coat and grab a hold of his precious talisman. Was it fear he felt? No, impossible. He was merely eager to start his mission, to undertake the duties of the Order. It is what he was born and bred to do, the very reason why the Almighty had placed him on this world. The clear skies did well to mask the nature of the island, as did the lush green forests and the pure white peaks of the mountains, yet he knew better than to simply admire the view and assume that the land was as calm and peaceful as it looked. “[color=DAA520][i]Tis’ a cursed land.[/i][/color]” He thought, once again recalling Reinham’s words of caution to never let your guard down. It wasn’t long now, soon he would set foot upon the shores of Osen and begin their task, he and the rest of his brothers and sisters of the order. A faint smile creped its way on his face, obscured by the mask and hidden from view. He was ready. He had been ready for some time now and finally he was given the chance to prove himself and demonstrate his worthiness of bearing the sacred title of Witch Hunter as well as to shoulder the heavy burden that came with it. 

It was mere minutes later that the ship shook as it reached port, causing him to nearly loose his balance once again. The deckhand announced them of the obvious arrival and with a confident smirk reminded them of the vessel’s  schedule and by extension the timeline they had to complete their task, wishing them luck at the end. “[color=DAA520][i]Luck is irrelevant. Our task is sanctioned by the Almighty Himself![/i][/color]” he wanted to say to the sailor yet he kept his mouth shut, simply responding with a slight nod. The town of Osen did not strike him as particularly outstanding. A town by any other name, with a simple design and simple citizens… yet perhaps these inhabitants were not all that ‘[i]simple[/i]’ considering where they lived. Reynald was generally mistrustful of anyone save for his brothers and sisters of the Order and this case was no exception, in fact his mistrust may be even greater on these people, there is no telling how many have been corrupted by magic, some may not even know it themselves! Perhaps there could be a way to root them out and purge them to spare and save those who are innocent…if there were any.

Reynald waited patiently for the rest of the group to gather and then followed suit behind Reinham, keeping his eyes open for anything remotely suspicious. “[i][b][color=DAA520]Fear not the dark nor the unnatural for the Almighty is with thee. Walk with faith in He for yee are His agents and in yee He doth bestoweth His strength.[/color][/b][/i]” He recited semi-silently while tightly clutching on his talisman and ending with the key phrase “[i][b][color=DAA520]Non Vereor Nox[/color][/b][/i]” as he slowly walked alongside his brothers and sisters and behind Reinham. It was only when he rose his gaze that he noticed something out of the ordinary. A woman appeared to be waiting for them at the dock, her uncommon appearance as well as her gear would suggest that she may be one of them. He found this quite odd. He was not aware that there already was a sister of the Order here in this cursed land. When did she arrive here? Was she waiting for them? Was she an Initiate like them or a full fledged Witch Hunter like Reinham? These questions popped almost in an instant in Reynald’s mind but were soon overtaken by another one : Was she [i]truly[/i] a sister of the Order? Her gear and the way she gazed at them while the majority of the townsfolk averted their eyes would suggest as much, yet it was no guarantee. For all they knew, she could be simply posing as one, perhaps and agent of the magickers sent to infiltrate their ranks. How else could one explain her early presence here when their group was probably the first to make an expedition to Aldergard since it fell. 

His muscles tensed and he became tense with each step, his gaze behind the mask never leaving the woman, waiting for her to make a move and prepared for anything.  
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