[color=ForestGreen][center][h1]Vamon[/h1][/center][/color]
[center][color=ForestGreen]Location:[/color] Alleyway Aftermath[/center][center][color=ForestGreen]Interacting With:[/color] Everybody!![/center]

[color=ForestGreen]“Spirit of Vengeance…”[/color] Vamon muttered as the woman spoke. The concept was fairly interesting as far as magical beasts went. But the idea that someone had crafted them against a person’s will was an alarming idea. If someone was capable of something like this, then they must be a rather powerful mage. Given a different satiation he would love a situation to sit down and speak with someone of that power, but considering the fact they had sacrificed citizens of the town to achieve their ends it was safe to assume they weren’t exactly a good person. He was suddenly caught off guard as Spencer addressed him.

[color=ForestGreen]“Aah Spencer, be careful”[/color] He said, glancing over to her for a moment. [color=ForestGreen]“We don’t know where the creature went and there might be more of them, so please be careful”[/color] He wanted to go with her to make sure she was safe, but there was still more he wanted to ask the armoured woman. But it seemed like his questions would have to wait, as the clergyman kept approaching the two girls. He thought about what he could do to help before he heard the girls mention a history with the church. He paused for a moment and glanced back to the girls, looking them over carefully. A thought crossed his mind for a moment, but he dismissed it quickly. There would be time to wonder about things like that when things calmed down a little. That said, he would prefer if there wasn’t any further combat, he obviously wasn’t a good fighter so he would prefer to talk the situation through.

[color=ForestGreen]“I don’t mean to assume the church’s priorities, but I would think a mage sacrificing the people of the town would be more important. Why don’t we adjust our priorities and focus on finding them before another innocent person gets hurt”[/color] He asked, in his most civil tone. He wasn’t trying to sound patronising, but he was hoping that words could do something to help the situation. That said, he made sure to keep a good distance from the man and himself. If a fight broke out, he was going to do the smart thing and slip away in the chaos. He would rather not hand seemingly innocent girls over to the church, but wasn’t about to risk his life twice in one day.