[center][h1][color=fff200]Jacques Clerc[/color][/h1]
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[color=fff200]Location:[/color] Market[/center]
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A soft glow came across the ground, stretching from wall to wall within the dreaded alleyway. With a small sigh, Jacques continued down the alley until his eyes spotted blood on the ground, fresh and leading to the boy. That was when he saw that nobody had decided to help their local priest with hunting this Ryne. Saving their own skins rather than looking to help the rest of the people within the city, typical human nature that disgusted the father. Scoffing lightly, Jacques returned his gaze to the blood to notice something soaked in the red substance. The father strolled over the object and crouched over it before finding that the object was silk. 

He studied the silk for a few moments before picking it up, finding it as a good piece of evidence in this elaborate puzzle of where and who the Ryne was. Jacques looked up slightly, finding a small trail of blood droplets leading to the outskirts. Having failed to corner the creature, the father gave another scoff before turning and walking out of the alley to find the crowd was practically up in arms over the boy.

He moved himself next to Mary, a dull gaze coming to his face as he heard their cries of murder. [color=fff200]”You people are despicable,”[/color] Jacques began coldly, his eyes going from person to person, [color=fff200]”How dare each and every one you request the death of a poor child! A child! Sister Mary here, has abilities to heal others through the power of God, our God, the same merciful God in which we all follow! I know that should you kill this child, you will all be condemning yourselves to eternal damnation!”[/color] The father spat on the ground near the crowd as his eyes filled with a sudden rage.

Jacques’ eyes continued to flick from person to person, continuing to speak with passion, [color=fff200]”I pray each of thee to repent for such a demand as to kill a child! I know all of you are scared, but killing a child will solve nothing! The only thing to stop this will be to hunt the Ryne that has dared to attack a child!”[/color] The frenchman’s fists clenched, his tongue ran over his lips for a moment his eyes filled with a passionate anger. 

For a moment his gaze shifted down to Sister Mary, a catholic woman in a protestant realm. He had defended her of all people, a heathen, yet upon looking at the child and knowing her abilities, he knew he would have to put aside that hate of heathens for the time being. Looking back at the crowd, he spoke once more, [color=fff200]”Trust in her and God if you do not wish to trust me. Do not wish the boy dead. Instead pray that his health improves.”[/color]