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The three maidens watched Dobromil eat in what could be described as the most uncomfortable silence. The man sat blankly staring forward, the women standing to his side, their thumbs twidling as Dobromil quickly devoured a puffy piece of bread, cheese stuffed in between. 

Their interaction had been once of silence. At one time the black haired one began to talk to Dobromil about their purposes at the monastery, but it was quickly cut down once she brought up their duty to bear young. Dobromil was no longer kind, he was no longer soft, and when he was prompted with their mission, he scorched their purpose as a foolish and selfish endeavour, one that brought life into a land of torment for ones own selfish ideals of continuity. Since the isolated insult, the women opted to staring at him with anger, and he was seemingly content. 

One could question his motivation for upsetting the women, his reasonings for causing a bitter divide.There may have been a time he would have listened openly, or even with energetic curiousity, a time where he may have questioned them and found joy in joining with them in a new perspective, one to add to his own, but such times where gone. Silence reigned supreme, and Dobromil was seemingly content. An empty pang dwelled in his chest, and he found it easier to contain with a shut mouth.

Hondem Raz walked into the monastery behind the three women, tailing him were his six companions, all of them looking around the simple place. His lot weren't the holiest of people, having been shaped by the purgatory and by the near constant warfare that it came with, one learned on the road to take whatever one could. Looking back, he saw a few of them pocket some trinkets, Fenril in particular giving him a savage grin as he put a large cup into his pack and once they passed the antechamber, the three maidens turned to them. "We can give you food and water or you can go directly to the Vicar, Seeker," the one in the middle said.

Looking around, he could see his men were hungry and worn, food would do them much good he thought. "We will take your food and water," he said and they were led to the mess hall where he saw three other maidens standing near a skinny man in tattered clothes eating down the food in front of him as though he'd never eaten anything in his life. Hondem approached the man and sat on the bench opposite him, his heavy gauntlets causing a hollow thud on the wooden table. "I'll have whatever he's having," Hondem Raz said and nodded to the man. "Well met, Seeker."

Dobromil stared at the man for a hollow second, chewing a particularly cheesy bite of his sandwich. After a dry swallow he nodded, "Well met."

Hondem was expecting more and when he realized he wasn't going to get any, he looked around uncertainly, seeing the others of his group sitting in small clusters of twos a bit away from them, talking amongst themselves. Looking back to the skinny man, he cleared his throat. "Hondem Raz," he said, "I hear finding the Herald is going to be quite the challenge."

"Dobromil Vavrinec Zivon," Dobromil answered as he swallowed another bite, "and I'm sure it will be. If it was easy, this wouldn't be purgatory, and there wouldn't be people like..."

Dobromil took a long sip of his water, letting the wooden cup fall back to his table, his eyes squinting with skepticism, "us." It almost sounded like a question as his grey eyes studied Hondem's armored mask.

Hondem was about to retort when a plate of bread was put before him, and the conundrum of having to choose whether to remove his helmet and eat the food or let it stay on the table and get cold struck him as he stared at the plate. But the fact that the man in front of him didn't seem like easily trusting type along with his somewhat hostile nature towards him made him decide removing his helmet was perhaps a bad idea. "Indeed," he answered, looking up. "Only those willing to fight and sacrifice everything can find the Herald. Those willing to cross any line, perhaps."

Silence hung in the air for a moment as Dobromil slowed his chewing, his hard stare unwavering. He shoved the final bite of his sandwich into his mouth and dusted his fingers of the crumbs. He swallowed, "If you say so." 

Dobromil stood up, looking down at Hondem as he turned to leave, "Why do you wear a helmet at the table of a monastery?" His voice was low, raspy, and perhaps not wanting an answer.

Hondem stood with Dobromil, his hand casually resting on the pommel of his blade. "Makes life easier," he said to Dobromi's back. "More curious perhaps is why you walk around with no weapons or armour. Exactly how do you hope to defend the Herald?"

"How indeed," Dobromil kept his back to Hondem, a wince in his left eye, regretting the hook he had given Hondem to pull him back into conversation. He grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulders, "yet here I am."

Suspicions began to grow in Hondem's mind regarding the man that had turned his back on him, and quickly stepped around the table to stand in front of him, seeing the rest of his companions move to surround them, gripping their weapons as the tension grew. "Yet here you are," Hondem repeated getting closer to the man, loosening his sword from its sheath. "One might find that incredibly suspicious, or just plain stupid."

"If the man survived getting here with no weapons," Cristobal said, "I say we let him go. Perhaps he may have some skill that could be useful."

"Or he could be an agent of the Adversary," Jayden said, pulling his morning star from its loop. "Exactly how did he get all the way here in this Purgatory with naught but the filthy clothes on his back."

"Kill!" Festren said stepping forward, snapping his filed teeth at Dobromil.

Hondem pulled his sword out of his sheath and laid the tip at his neck, the others around him pulling their weapons out as well. "Explain," he said.

The maidens scattered, most running to go get help, the black haired one chattered on the outskirts of the scene, attempting to talk everyone down. Dobromil's brow was knitted as he leaned backwards a bit, keeping the point from touching him. He looked back up at Hondem, his eyes squinting to two angry lines. 

"Fine," Dobromil hissed as he dug his right hand into the pouch on his belt. Pulling it out he held three clear coin shaped quartz, one inbetween each finger. He held his palm out for Hondem to see, runic writing embedded in the palm of his glove. 

Curious, Hondem pulled his sword back and stepped forward to look at the small stones. As soon as he did Dobromil muttered something under his breath and then there was a loud head splitting clap, the entire room blinking with a disorienting flash of light. As the negatives faded from the blinding light and everything receded back to normal, save the ringing in the ears, Dobromil was at the other side of the room, by the door.

"I'm just plain stupid," he answered as he opened the door and slipped out.

"Get that cretin," Remus cried out, stumbling onto a table and falling to the ground. Hondem blinked the lights away as he stormed towards the door just as Dobromil slipped through, shoving the few remaining maidens out of his way. But once he reached it and had a hand on the knob, he began to have second thoughts of going through and giving chase, and instead leaned against an adjacent wall, shaking the last of the flashing lights from his eyes.

"Leave him," he said to the others that approached the door, grinning behind his helmet and said no more as he returned to the bench and sat.

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