<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Arsène hadn't expected the sound of pure anguish to leave the woman as she reached the threshold of her city no longer. The young girl at his side was quick to offer her words of comfort, easily placated with false tales as children often were. Right after, the small statured male spoke to her encouragingly, while the fourth hadn't said anything distinguishable at all. <br/>
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Once back at camp, the four were broken up to their wagons, and Arsène first went with the little girl, leaning to speak to another man to learn what he could of her. Theft her main crime, the only other insult to Laitia being that she was apparently abandoned. That she hadn't been taken to the church for punishment was likely due to her coloration, which was unfavorable. <br/>
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“When a child is born with sin it usually comes from the parent who isn't free of it themselves,” Arsène told the man standing next to him before he followed the little girl into the wagon. Someone would always stand outside as a precaution, regardless of it being a harmless child or a mad man. Arsène opened pulled the curtain off the barred windows to allow some light in, and they spoke briefly about the extravagant city of Phara, and it's fabled white horses. The wagon was completely bare, two stiff wooden benches across from one another. As Arsène exited, he order that the girl be brought a blanket and a pillow. Arsène didn't believe she was a danger to herself, or to anyone, and it wouldn't hurt to spare her the comfort. <br/>
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Next, Arsène moved onto the wailing woman, as she seemed in the move need of his attention. He brought his book of Yan along with him which had all the many teachings of the Yannic religion, hoping that she would take comfort if only he were to read passages to her. She prayed with him, hand in hand, but he'd not have much chance to understand what afflicted her since she's been so hysterical. <br/>
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Arsène decided to leave the wordless man for last, and moved on instead to the slight young man, given warning that he was possessed by something powerful and unknown. They also told him to take care with his words because the demon could be listening, but Arsène wasn't worried. He was guided by the hand of god, and so long as he was pure of heart, no demon would dare to touch him. His rosary dangled around his wrist as he entered, getting a look at the seemingly subdued young man. He was sure that could change at any moment, but he also knew the powers of demons were not infinite. Every action from them had to be calculated, because it expended energy. <br/>
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“Are your scars all self inflicted?” Arsène questioned, right away looking at the marks on his face. They seemed newer than the others, though it was hard to find a spot on him that wasn't tarnished in some way. Arsène wondered how he'd gone so long without intervention from the church, but perhaps the demon was clever. Not clever enough to keep from doing harm to the vessel, unless the young man was mutilating in an effort to rid himself of his parasite. <br/>
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“What would you like me to call you?” he added after another moment. He would be spending a great deal more time with these prisoners than he usually did, with them held in the church. The longest he'd ever had with someone was if they'd been brought in the day after the executioner left, but at least he was there if these were woulds that would need more time crossing over.</span></span>