[color=ForestGreen][center][h1]Vamon[/h1][/center][/color]
[center][color=ForestGreen]Location:[/color] Alleyway[/center][center][color=ForestGreen]Interacting With:[/color] Sala & Vala, Guthrie, Group of Guards[/center]


Vamon was relieved to see the woman was rather reasonable about the situation. He was a somewhat suspicious looking person so it was good to hear that they weren’t going to have a hard time from the whole situation. But he found himself somewhat rattled as the woman mentioned being a part of the guard in Belizarius. But something that had been gnawing away at the back of his mind all day had finally made sense.

[color=ForestGreen]“The twins…”[/color] He found himself muttering quietly. He had heard stories about a mysterious pair of girls that spoke together during his childhood at the church. He even had a faint memory of seeing them as a young boy, but it had been so long ago that he couldn’t remember details. But his thoughts were shaken away as the Capitan turned to address him. If she was a guard from Belizarius then it was totally possible she knew who he was. After all, his name was somewhat infamous within the walls of the city. But since she didn’t seem aggressive, he let the thought slip from his mind so that me could focus on the details. He felt his stomach drop as she mentioned the priest.

[color=ForestGreen]“To think someone in the church would…”[/color] He started, a disgusted look crossing his face. He might have been a blasphemer himself but he still respected the teachings of the church. He didn’t agree with their methods and their lack of drive to learn, but people had faith in the church. For someone to take that faith and use it for something like this was nothing short of despicable. He glanced back to the woman as she mentioned the Order of The Black Sun. He could only assume that would be related to the woman they had spotted before, considering her attire and tattoos of the sun. Vamon found himself with a strong urge to do something as she mentioned war, but he had to take a moment to think. He wasn’t a fighter, their recent encounter made that quite clear and he feared his attempts to help would simply make him a liability. He let out a sigh before nodding in agreement with Guthrie.

[color=ForestGreen]“I am no fighter myself so I think I will avoid this war. The church and I have a rocky enough relationship as is, I feel any more provocation and they might start to take it personally”[/color] He said with a shrug. Guthrie’s comment caught him a little off guard though, but he found himself oddly flattered by it. People often spoke of him well, but he assumed it was to get some form of discount on a sale, so it was refreshing to hear a comment from someone like this. He glanced over to the girls for a moment as the man addressed them. He felt a little pang of shame as his mind thought back. Of course, there wasn’t anything he could have done to help them. He was a child, younger even than they were, but that didn’t make it feel any better. To think that men and women like his father would have treated children so young that badly was almost sickening, but he didn’t feel like saying anything right away. He would leave that for a less volatile time.