He didn't respond, there was no need for a response. Instead, he just let a lazy smile play onto his lips as the Angel spoke, keeping it until the door was shut in his face. Slowly, he unclenched his fist and flexed his sore fingers, watching his claws retract back. Gathering his thoughts, he restrained himself from the urge of ripping the fragile slab of wood off it's hinges. Turning away after a good minute and calmly retreating back down the hallway. There was much to do still; boxes to be unpacked, goods to be sorted and distributed and stews to be supervised in the making off. Not to mention, he had to make sure their guests were comfortable during their stay. 

 Half an hour later brought about the rapping of small hands against wood. A young messenger sent to summon the guests for supper time, with a very special 'present' for the guest stationed at the end of the hall. 

 A wax sealed hand crafted envelope made of starchy pulp and creased with much thought. It was handed to Laisander with wondering eyes and not a word before the little messenger went off after reminding him once more that supper was ready; evidenced by all the other inhabitants of the rooms down the corridor stirring and getting ready to leave their rooms. 

 Inside the envelope, as most envelopes would contain, was a letter with neat looping handwriting that read, with a hint of a lazy smile and abstract politeness,
 [i]Dear Guest, 
After much thought and consideration, 
I believe that my business here does not warrant your knowing, however,
for the duration of your stay here,
should you dare create a scene,
raise your weapons on holy ground
or lay but a single feather on any one of the children, 
I will kill you. 

Rest the night and be gone by the morrow,
Peace be with you,
Father Xephos.[/i]

 From within the envelope, out rolled out a single silver bullet, bouncing on the floor until it came to a rest by his foot, the surface that faced up gleaming with the engraved name, [i]Laisander[/I]. A rather ominous warning that the demon meant business. 
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 Stew poured generously from the ladle, sloshing into their wooden bowls. It's mouth watering aroma filling up the chapel and inviting in all who were near to fine near the roaring fireplace that they had painstakingly installed during the early times, when parts were even scarcer and coal and dead wood was a plenty. The church had been as much as a shelter then as it was now, having weathered out the years. 

 "I do hope you will not mind if we say grace before our meals." He clasped his hands together in prayer and closed his eyes, offering his prayer. The children seated along the steps reciting with him, "
Father, we thank thee for this food, For health and strength and all things good. May others all these blessings share, And hearts be grateful everywhere. Amen." 

 He opened his eyes just to see their newest guest enter the room, to which he smiled and offered up a bowl of warm stew and vegetables to him, "Did you enjoy your rest, my son?" He asked loudly, holding out the bowl openly to him infront of everyone. The fire making the shadows dance behind him, beckoning to Laisander as all eyes turned to the exchange between the priest and traveler, unable to see beyond that.