"He thinks he can," Sasha said with a bitter tone, "Because he's an arrogant piece of shit. He's got people eating out of his hands; his little cult practically worships him. Ever heard of Hitler, sweetheart?" 

The man got his arms under him and slowly, gingerly, pushed himself up into a sitting position. He winced as his body complained, but he couldn't stand to lay on his stomach any longer. Sasha turned to look at the woman as he spoke. 

"I came here because I'm tired of seeing it. The things he does and gets away with...it's fucked up." He raised a hand to rest on his face, dirt still clinging to his skin. Sasha needed a nice bath and a change of clothes. And maybe something to eat; he was starving. "He's got a few hundred people in his cult, and a couple hundred more that'll do what he says because they're scared of him. I don't know what this 'blessed ones' nonsense is, but a few of them got powers. I don't think the kids do." 

Fen listened to the whole thing on the edge of his seat. He looked between Ravenia and Sasha, biting his lip. He'd heard Ravenia's threat to send the children away should they be a threat, and he feared she might actually go through with it. Even if they [i]were[/i] spies, they were just kids! 

"Uh, Ravenia," He said timidly. "Could I, um. Well I was thinking maybe I could talk to them? To the kids, I mean. Maybe we won't have to...throw them out?"