Ludvig left, whether scared off by Amaris or did so on his own whim, but not before dropping one last infuriating remark. Mirielle could only let out an offended [b][color=#778da9]"Huh?!"[/color][/b] before he's too far off for normal conversation, leaving her to fume by her lonesome.

[b][color=#778da9]"Ignore him."[/color][/b] She turned to glare at the penitent on her side. [b][color=#778da9]"You definitely did not."[/color][/b]

*****

After a short ride away, they finally reached the spot the peasant led them to. The stench hits Mirielle long before it came to view, and although that was enough for her mood to drop into the lowest today the actual sight of it was enough to drive her into unbridled rage.

[b][color=#778da9]"This... Sacrilege!"[/color][/b] She yelled, almost spooking her own horse. The ex-inquisitor was quick to dismount, even Amaris temporarily forgotten as she briskly closed the distance to the macabre site. The ground already long since cooled, yet none of it seemed to match the chill that gripped her chest.

They were too late, and the congregation paid the price.

[b][color=#778da9]"...may the Creator safeguard your souls, in the journey beyond to His hallowed halls."[/color][/b] She stopped before the closest corpse, kneeling into a prayer. Save for the initial outburst, Mirielle's outward reaction was rather muted as opposed to their team captain though it said nothing of the cold fury blazing within. [b][color=#778da9]"Rest now, brothers and sisters. This injustice will be righted. On this I swear."[/color][/b]