Mortimer was in the crowd who watched that awful, awful child who dragged [i]something[/i] from the beyond to assault children. Mortimer was a simple man, a wheat farmer who lived outside of the city limits, who would grow his crops. Usually he kept to himself, when not going to provide the wheat to the fine people of Estermere. However, today he visited his far more interesting friend Jeoffry who lived down at Harkness Street. Mortimer himself was a simple man, had a loving wife, and some children, all that was really all he would ask for in life.

As the child did well that, and this entire situation was beyond him. As such a fear that manifested itself, well mostly through soiled pantaloons, which were oozing, as the sludgelike contents well, dripped down to his bare feet. He felt his lips quivering, and his body shaking, as his skin grew pale, but not nearly as pale as the one who caused him to feel such fear. 

He was one of the few who felt such fear at this horror, that he could not flee. [i]I-I...[/i] his thoughts echoed out in his mind, as even thinking he was unable to express himself with proper tongue. With a quick movement he fled from the scene, following the others who had already left. 

Mortimer knew he had a place he could turn to, the Church of Pelor. And he fled in its direction, [i]Must... tell the clergy! Must tell the clergy![/i] And as such he ran off. 
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The same could not be said of Jeoffry, who stood there in terror. Jeoffry didn't run off, for well he lived in the area, he had no place to run too. Jeoffry was a taller man than his friend Mortimer. Jeoffry stood at six feet and five inches, as compared to Mortimer who stood at five feet and five inches. Jeoffry certainly looked more of sterner stuff as well. He had a strong jaw-line, dark blue eyes, and dark red hair, and a body that was built like a sturdy barn. It certainly helped Jeoffry in his profession as a lumberjack. Which was fortunate for him, as he had a large axe with him, which was rusted with age, which did hinder it a bit in the work. But it was an heirloom from his pa, and his pa's pa, and so on, and Jeoffry treasured it as such. 

Glaring at Liesel, Jeoffry drew his axe which was drawn upon his back. Stuttering a bit, "W-what..." he couldn't find the words he was searching for. The sight did frighten him, but from that fright emerged an indignation towards her. "BEAST ARE YOU!?" he howled out, as gobbets of phlegm flew from his crooked and worn teeth, heading towards Liesel. Most of it landed promptly in the dirt, but a few had a much higher velocity and force to it, and landed upon her dress.