"The Damnation is surely a crowded place." Quintos could feel his skin rejecting the chaotic environment "No surprise heresy finds fertile soil, look at all these people swaying around like animals." He closed his eyes for a moment to try to recall the silence and stillness of the shrine he was educated at, but, unused to the moving crowd, he could barely find his footing. All those sounds, all those people bumping into him like they were trying to pass right through his body.<br/>"There there are some Arbites, we could ask them about the Marshal, which I would prefer, or we can settle down in somewhere quiet. Either way let's move quickly, this bedlam makes me sick."