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[b][u]POV:[/u] Grifor Lathil // Lathilos
[sub]Dhadan Forest, County of Dunric[/sub][/b]

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The older man let out a heavy sigh when he had seen the young girl take off when she saw them, and he let out another when she cried out in fear. Grifor knew fear was a valid weapon and tool, but he had not committed to hurting anybody when he stepped in the township but still she viewed him as an enemy from the onset and was utterly [i]terrified[/i]. Right as she did so he had heard the click of his companion’s rifle and had he not pushed the metal down on instinct the girl would’ve had a hole in her torso. 

He knew the marksman he had been paired with was bloodthirsty and [i]immoral[/i] but he didn’t think he’d jump to drawing his rifle in the middle of the town when their mission was different than the ones they had been assigned before; they were not dealing with Marlowe but bringing someone new into their midst. Perhaps it was his age showing but he just couldn’t believe what he was doing was wrong and despite all of what Grifor had been tasked to do before he did not see himself as an assassin or executioner; he was not that, he could never be that. After what he had been told they [i]had[/i] to be just in their cause and nothing else. If he was wrong there would be a burden placed upon his soul that could never be forgiven.

“Hey little girl! Where are you going?” He could hear Jacques voice chasing off— the perversion of his bloodlust very so apparent.

	[i]Damn it all.[/i]

He looked over to the female member of his squad. “Shiara— stick to the shadows, be quiet. You know the secondary plan.”

“Noted.” 

He looked back to the townsfolk beside him and gave a sorrowful nod. “My apologies, I will return here to amend my companion’s behavior later. Excuse my absence, but I must be going.”

The older man held out his hand as he surged with cosmic energy and in a flash of purples and blues he had vanished before the townsfolk— in but a second later he re-materialized behind the girl as his companion had come closer to her with rifle in hand. There was a frown on Grifor's face as he spoke out as the girl tried to sputter away from Jacques. 

“We are not here to hurt you, Ms. Weaver.”

Jacques rolled his eyes but he didn’t say a word as a retort, he did not exactly want to piss off the senior member of their little mission; especially when that senior member wielded a warhammer.