He cackled. It was a haunting but joyous sound that echoed across the clearing. The man held his middle as he outright laughed at her comment. It took a few minutes for him to pull himself together in which he turned to face her full, "I hate to disappoint but I'm not a devourer of souls but a shepherd to guide the to the other side when it is time."<br/><br/>His brown eyes danced with merriment at her wish but he did understand fully why she might not know he didn't eat souls, "You don't know what I am doing you?"<br/><br/>It wasn't too unusual for someone to not understand his kind. They were rare and held special circumstances as to how they came to exist in the world. He knew the sad truth of his birth into the world but some Church Grims clung to a past that had long moved on without them.<br/><br/>He lead her through the gate of the paster and up well wore path to the backdoor of the church, "I'm a church grim. A creature created to guide those who can't find their was through the veil."