Aban grabbed the rope that the local priest had blessed and his dagger. He had heard the stories: a Demon Mare roaming the woods and stealing souls, even that of a paladin. A white demon was rare, much more noteworthy. If he killed it, that would gain attention. He'd be free from his oppressive lord, taking his mother and brother with him. Even if she was his maidservant. He went out into the forest and began searching.