Vendrick was upset with this new man who had ran up. His armour strange? That was borderline sacrilege to anyone who followed Paete. He quickly calmed his nerves. "Zis armour is not strange. It is pious." He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Vendrick began to answer his questions methodically after his annoyance ended.

[b][i]"So what is it pal? Why are you here mister strange armor guy?"[/b][/i]

"I am here because I vandered here in my travels. I stay here because I am needed to put souls to rest."

[b][i]"And what was up with that loud noise and very bright light?"[/b][/i]

"Only my frustration with ze noise coming from zere," Vendrick said, pointing to the series of alleys beside the house that had a medium-sized hole in it. Nobody was in the house, of course. They had long since vacated this area. "so I threw my spear at it. Ze noise had stopped."

Vendrick began to hear another noise. This time, the noise was quieter. Much quieter. It was unexplainable, too. Like something messing with something that should not be messed with. That noise quickly subsided, and Vendrick began to speak again. "I would prefer if you could help me bury thise boxes. Jus don't look in zem. Especially ze small vones."

Vendrick turned away from them, and walked back to the holes. He began to dig more, each scoop of dirt flying behind him.