<strong>~Arathel, Male Form, Outside Simon's Bull~</strong><br/><br/>The man followed over some distance behind Otis, the harsh weather making his red hair run down his face like stains of crimson paint marring his handsome features.  His clothes were soaked through to his skin, and his skin likely through to the bone, but he just didn't seem to worry or care.  His attention right now was focused on the number of people and their argument.<br/><br/>At first he seemed a little confused, seeing the way that the people argued about God and about His divine plan.  He noticed their conviction, however, more than anything else.  Each was adamant in their beliefs, each would fight and die for the Lord God in their own way, yet here they were, arguing and bickering like schoolchildren.  It was hard to find the right word to express his emotions, nor would he likely be able to if pressed, but the faint smile on his lips showed well enough his amusement.<br/><br/>His hands slipped into the pockets of his leather jacket, making soft splashing as the water that had wanted to make a nest there was forced out with a slap of his fingers.  He decided to stay silent for the time being, curious how this would play out.