<strong>Zefiriel, Protector of the Sacrifice<br/>Location: the theatre<br/>Tagged: Deva </strong><br/><br/>Heavenly sent. A phrase that matched Zefiriel’s situation. It would have been better if she could take human form, if she wasn’t forced to follow strict rules regarding her appearance in front of humans.  Not that any of those rules mattered now. Not only was Deva able to see her, but even Reginald could sense her presence. No wonder he was chosen by the divines.  Zefiriel wanted to know if Noelle had the same ability so she turned back to look at her, staring right into her soft eyes.<br/><br/>Then Deva started talking and she never came to a halt… she spilled everything and if she knew the whole story, then she would have probably told it as well, secret or no secret, rules or no rules. Deep inside Zefiriel hoped that none of them would take her seriously. On the other hand, it made things easier for her…easier to explain everything to them later…easier to make them understand the truth if another human was on her side. Supposedly that Deva was human.<br/><br/>Reginald Carter was more interested in seeing his play end well, than everything else. For the moment at least. She bounced back and forth letting her presence known, sending warm waves of peace and love towards their direction, not wanting to trouble their spirit.  When Deva left the backstage, she followed, wanting to see the rest of the show before returning to Reginald and Noelle.  Patiently, she answered Deva’s erratic questions.<br/><br/>“Deva, first of all my name is Zefiriel, maybe it’s a bit harder to pronounce than Bellangel, but it’s only fit that I<em>introduce myself</em>as you humans say. Second, as you might have guessed, I am an angel and angels are different from ghosts. Third, I cannot tell you why Reginald Carter is so important to us..to me, to you…to everyone. You just have to have a little<strong>faith</strong>and as hard as it might seem for you..” she chuckled “please have some<strong>patience</strong>. Al I can say is that things will change for the land of Krum and we all hope it will be for the better.”<br/><br/>They easily made their way to the audience, for once Zefiriel wanted to try this experience as well, watching something like a human being, seeing only what she was allowed to see.  During the second part of the play, her thoughts switched from the story, to Reginald Carter and his ability to sense her presence and then to Noelle, trying to figure out how will she be able to teach them both the makings of a martyr.<br/><br/>“And no Deva, there are no hammocks in Heaven.”<br/><br/>***<br/><strong>NPC: Karlile, commander of the guards <br/>Location: the streets of Jeron, night time</strong><br/><br/>“I’m telling you, Geko, this is starting to intrigue me.”  The dark haired man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and rolled a nice, densely packed line of tobacco in between.<br/>“I thought that I’d hear this kind of story from the local drunkards, but not from a man like Grinner. Whoever this guy is, he’s no fiction. “<br/><br/>“Do you really believe this<em>devil</em>story?” the one called Geko asked while looking for a match to light for his superior.<br/><br/>“No. I believe the facts. And facts say that there’s a killer with a blade on the streets and he knows how to use it. I’ve never seen a cut like that before. Old Backbones met his match.”<br/><br/>“Anybody could have taken him down.” Geko snorted. “He had influence, but he was weak.”<br/><br/>“Anybody could have taken him otherwise, but not anybody can cut like that. He's also a stranger, I bet. Grinner said he had half-closed eyes, like slits...you know...he never seen eyes like that before. He also wears metal elements attached to his body and some kind of war paint. There's no way he's from around and this makes things... troublesome. The King might want to know there are spies in the kingdom.” Karlile concluded as they made their way back to the castle to report on their findings.<br/>