Location: Alleyway Aftermath
Interacting With: Everybody!!
Vamon let out a relived sigh and sheathed his rapier as the creature made its escape. Part of him was curious as to just what had made it run away, but at this point he didn’t really care to question it. He simply took a moment to catch his breath and gather his cloak that had been ripped off by the beast. It had been torn in half, leaving him without a hood or a cloak to speak of. He was slightly annoyed, since that had been his only good cloak, but he could always get another one at the store. He heard a set of voices address him as he turned back to see the group.
“Oh, I’m… fine. I’m fine” He said with a wave to the two girls. His hands were still shaking but he had calmed down for the moment. Their synchronised speech was a little disarming, but for some reason it made him a little uneasy. He was a little surprised though as he looked over to see a woman dressed in leathers, a hood and a mask.
“Well at least I’m not the only one with a mask now” He thought as he looked over the woman. Her appearance was a little odd, she almost appeared to be prepared for a confrontation. but what caught his eye the most was her tattoos. Openly mocking the church like that was a bold move, and to so proudly wear an affront to the church on your skin was a respectable feat, to the right person of course. He couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a wuss comparatively, he did his best to hide his markings. That said though, a big burn on your face was a little more conspicuous than some tattoos. But he as he felt himself calm down, it occurred to him that there were more people here than he had thought. It seemed that there was a man approaching them, as well as a little girl he was rather surprised to see.
“Fancy seeing you here Spencer.” He said, speaking softly as to try and calm the situation down. He quickly looked her over, making sure she was unharmed.
“I’m glad to see that you weren’t injured in all this… Craziness” That only left one person he didn’t recognise though. But considering the armoured woman’s words, it was fairly obvious what type of person he was. Vamon reached up and touched his mask, making sure that it was still on his face. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, dealing with the church was understandably one of his least favourite things. That said, Vamon had some question so he put his fear of the church aside for a moment as he addressed the armoured woman.
“No, thank you.” He said as he approached her.
“If you hadn’t thrown your sword, I probably wouldn’t still be here” He glanced over to the body of the man as he spoke. The remains were like nothing he had come across before, simply torn to shreds in a moment. It was disgusting. Fascinating, but disgusting. His attention quickly turned to the man approaching them. If he really was with the church, then he wanted to avoid a confrontation the best he could.
“That is a good point. Perhaps it was driven off by a holy presence” He said, his curiosity peaked. He kept his guard up, but now he had become far more interested in learning just what the creatures were. If he could catalogue them for himself, he might be able to discern their source.
“I hope you don’t mind my little interruption, but do you happen to know what those things were? They seemed almost… ethereal” As far as magic went, Vamon wasn’t the best. But when it was a matter of personal safety, he found it best to know everything he could.
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