One hour.

	It had been an entire hour since that courier came, having made the executive decision to warn the nearest village of the attack Sar'Than had made on the Templars.  Lucien Jakorian had organized a defense force, arming the men and women of this settlement and hiding the children.  He was growing impatient, the survivors should've been there by now.  Unless...

	No, these were the best soldiers in the world, he'd meet them halfway down the trail.  He took his mace and slid it into his belt loop, took hold of his talisman, then placed his crossbow into the sheathe he had on his left shoulder blade.  And so he set off down the trail out of town, looking for a sign of life.

	No less than five minutes into the search for his comrades did Lucien find the half-elf toe-to-toe with Ruinil, then drew his crossbow from it's holding place.  He approached from behind, weapon aimed for the half-breed's spine the whole time.  Once within ten yards, he held the weapon out with one hand, aimed for the forester like it had been for the last minute or so.  [color=goldenrod]"Out of the way, elf.  Those are Templars you're speaking to, and one of them is my commanding officer,"[/color]  He made a quick nod to Evelyn, then tapped the trigger of his crossbow, the projectile staying in place.  [color=goldenrod]"Now move, unless you like bolts being pulled out of your back slowly."[/color]  Jakorian is a cleric, yes, but he can make a convincing sadist at times.