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	Mary listened intently to what the Bishop had to say. It was not much, but it did point out the aggressor as a Cargast. It was perhaps enough, so much as it mattered from a standpoint of what Mary could do for the woman. Be that as it may, she would have preferred to hear everything from the visiting gentleman rather than Bishop Mansfield. More than mere information, she could have read inflection, possibly gotten a gleam of detail that was missing from earlier telling. It was the investigator in her. Mary had been under the tutelage of Priests and other Knights since leaving the Vatican years ago, veterans in the war against the Soulless. The experience had sculpted her habits when dealing with cases like this. Mary had preferences. 

	Not that it really mattered in this case. For whatever reason, a Cargast was an entity that Mary had little ability to influence through her training in Rome. It was funny that way; the skills of one region tended to compliment the skills of another, as if signaling that Humanity needed to band together fully, regardless of political or religious affiliation, to properly combat the Soulless en masse. It had been a long held belief of Mary's that there would be an eventual, massive uprising against the living. Obsession, almost. Minding her limitations in this regard, she deferred to Elizaveta's knowledge in the area. 

	The young Dame could feel the taint of Soulless upon the victim's remains. She suspected it was not in the same way that her new Russian friend could. Mary also had a healthy curiosity about her abilities, especially if they were able to be taught to outsiders. [color=c0c0c0]"I bear no objection, my Lady. Please do as you will to save this woman's immortal soul."[/color]

	Unaware as to whether the budding Cargast would fight back, Mary unbuttoned her sporran containing ampules of holy water, and shifted her halberd slightly forward. She gave an encouraging nod toward Gerard, then returned her gaze to the deceased lady and Cossack noblewoman.