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“Chester please keep your onsie on and your dick covered.”

Stares Vaux in the eye.

A First-Brother, a rank he understands and knows, here? Isaiah had began to think that the Sister was the closest to his beliefs here, in orthodoxy, at least. No one seems to dedicate themselves to his understanding of orthopraxy. Ah, and even that is a line blurred. 

To hear of a monk of his Order, though, had brought an excitement to the flagellant than he knows is childish and would be best tamed. In the moment though, he sought him out. The Light has given him a Brother here, one more attuned to his beliefs than the strange ones held by the knight. It’s a relief. 

“Novice-Brother, Isaiah Killian.” He doubts the man knows his monastery, so Isaiah omits it. It had been a tiny secluded thing. The very reason his Order had survived there, as thin-blooded as it was. 

Novice-Brother. Strange that he feels meek about it. He attempts to straighten his back more than it already is to spur the emotion away. 

“Soil’s shite.” it’s her attempt at idle conversation, a rather unrefined way to note the keen observation of how the hag’s influence spread through the earth. the corruption ran deep throughout the old road, bringing all sorts of beasts born from it and keeping even the most desperate of merchants from risking a trip down its swamped, ancient cobbles. there was only the one road and both the man at arms and heir agreed it warranted just as much attention as the ruined manor did. 

"Could I have your coat if I offered a kiss?"

    she laughs bright and sharp, like the sound of her bells, before she shoulders her lute and hops down from the statue with no small amount of grace. for someone who played the part of a clown, she moved with a good amount of grace.

          ‘ it did not win, but it didn’t die either. ’

    so he’d been told. vaux had torn the monster apart and it had fled, hobbling and wailing, into the weald. the antlers torn from its head sat in his office, to be studied in his spare time.

     he folds his arms behind his back, looking prim in his jacket and leather gloves, and considers the beast and its bandages. . .and this bond. vaux is the only one who knows of regulus’s abilities. regulus is the only one aware of the beast’s name, the only one aware of how to speak to it.

     dark secrets in the hamlet. everyone was entitled to their secrets, though.