Lucia's explanation did little to comfort the savage worlder. There was little light of understanding behind the man's eyes, and while he comprehended the words she spoke, he could make little in the way of putting them together as a gestalt whole that conveyed anything that made sense to him. It was easy to deduce his was a feeble intelligence, inversely puissant relative to the muscles he boasted. However, as the truism went: blessed is the mind too small for doubt.<br/><br/>The words from the priest were of greater comfort, as Jon predicted. As Jon spoke, Arl became visibly less agitated and his righteous terror gave way to parade stoicism.<strong>"Deus Imperator Vult."</strong>Arl intoned, straightening unconsciously and following in the footsteps of the priest.