[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
Technically, Mark's work remained undeterred, first lying the man down, then setting his leg in the correct position - the few bone fragments here and there would just wind up drawn back to their correct positions once the healing process began - and then etching with one finger the healing runes needed to fix the leg properly. Yet Mark's heart slowly dropped as the farmer continued to sell himself out - the immediate assumption that Mark was a traitor to the Order's cause, and the revelation that the man refused to follow the Order's rulings for such petty reasoning as "freedom". There was plenty of freedom to be had under the Order, all of... most of which involved not getting involved with monstergirls!

And then, the stark and abrupt realisation on an emotional rather than logical level that that would be how [i]everyone[/i] in this location would see him: a traitor to the Order and everything it stood for. And was he? Well, that was the thing, wasn't it? He'd never be allowed to explain why he wasn't, why his alliance with monsters might in fact help save everybody everywhere... but in this case, he had to remember that this was just a simple farmer. He was a man of the land... the common clay of the world they lived in...

That was to say, a moron. Not because he was a farmer, but because of how little he understood why disregarding the Order's laws would kill every sentient being everywhere.

'Listen, sir,' Mark began slowly, hesitant to alienate the farmer immediately, 'I understand why you might be hesitant to follow the... sometimes stringent rules that the Order of the Chief God lays down... but they do exist for a good reason. There is an allure to being "born free", as you say, but if everybody has the freedom to do what they want, there would be far more murders than there are in our nations. Thieves and robbers would have free reign to steal what they wanted without consequence; somebody might decide they don't like your farm, and decide to burn it down; or maybe they'd attempt to rape your wife... and speaking of which,' he continued, 'there'd be nothing preventing monsters from doing the same, and I imagine most people wouldn't want that.' He didn't elaborate on his own circumstances, instead coming up with a plan in his mind for when the farmer inevitably attempted to call him out on what he'd perceived as hypocrisy on his part. Perhaps a point to be made, if the farmer's wife was... inhuman in nature.

'Suffice to say,' Mark concluded, 'humans are rather bad at governing themselves. You may keep yourself out of trouble, but others would surely seek it. Rest assured, I don't necessarily like that humans have to be governed by people in fancy castles and temples either, but if those people didn't, who would?'