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Lucian nodded as she mentioned going to the man's grave to ensure he hadn't risen yet. [color=darkred]"[b]Wise idea. There's a chance the man wasn't cursed but merely dealing with his turned family members. In either case, we need to be cautious[/b]"[/color] he commented as he urged Daredevil to move along the street. Lucian was vaguely familiar with Kenfort. He knew that from the gate they had entered, they would need to cross through both the Marketplace but the Craftsmen District. As he rode, the older man continued his thought. [color=darkred]"[b]We should perhaps investigate the man's home as well; assuming it is still standing of course. Perhaps we can find out how the curse managed to find it's way here and track it back to it's origin[/b]"[/color] he finished. Lucian was thankful for the hood as the rain continued to come down, though thankfully in more a light drizzle than an outright downpour. He glanced at the occasional passerby as they eyed them and watched them avert their eyes. He'd heard the rumors concerning both him and his fellow brothers and sisters.

[i]'Plague Knights...'[/i] was the name he often heard from the lips of the weary. Rumor was they were the ones spreading the actual plague given that black knights with ravens as their coat of arms often appeared at the scene of infected areas. The truth was that they were merely hot on the heals of the plague itself, merely one step behind. Lucian had also heard the rumors that they had been slaughtering unarmed innocents in cold blood. That had some truth to it but those they slayed were most definitely not innocent. Their souls had been tainted by the curse and their lust for violence unslakable. They could drown in oceans of blood and still lust for more. Filthy monsters. Lucian rode silently as he rubbed the silver bottle that hung from his neck and found himself wondering what had occurred to create such wide spread outbreaks. In the past, it occurred rarely and erratically. Now it was spreading as though someone had thrown pitch on the people and lit a match. Hopefully one of their brothers would find an answer whilst they dealt with Kenfort. Lucian did hope to return to Rabenest soon.

The church itself was massive in size and older than most of the buildings surrounding it. As memory served, the church had been the first stone building erected when Kenfort had been merely a small fishing village. It had been built strong though, the doors thick enough to stop most assaults and still protect those inside. The cemetery itself was massive in size. If the old raven had to guess, there was perhaps 200 graves; perhaps even more. Lucian sighed as he dismounted his horse before the church and removed his hood as he approached the door, knocking on the heavy door. A bishop opened the door and nodded slightly with a smile.

"[b][i]May I help you, my son?[/i][/b]" he asked.

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[h3]30 Minutes Later...[/h3]

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The bishop stared at Lucian as the old raven stood straight straight, arms behind his back. "[b][i]You can't be serious. What you suggest is....it's lunacy[/i][/b]" he said finally. The old raven wasn't just suggesting they dig up the grave of a murderer, he was out right telling the bishop that they needed to open the grave of the murderer.

[color=darkred]"[b]Do I seem to be a man who is not serious. We need to see the corpse. Immediately[/b]"[/color] he said. The bishop seemed downright dumbfounded. The older man breathed a heavy breath through his nose. [color=darkred]"[b]Father, I know what it sounds like. You are a man of God, your job is to lead your flock and given them strength. If I am wrong, than all we have done is disturbed the remains of a sinner and there will be a penance I must endure willingly. If I am right though father, then the Devil has very well come to your home and your people are in danger. I am begging you to allow my apprentice and I the opportunity to exhume the remains and be sure[/b]"[/color] the older man said. The bishop gave it some thought. He eventually sighed and rung a small bell to get the attention of one of his priests.

"[b][i]Yes father?[/i][/b]" the young priest asked. "[b][i]Give these two each a shovel and show them to the grave of the man they hung recently[/i][/b]" he said. The priest nodded and moved promptly as the bishop sighed wearily. "[b][i]I pray you are wrong my son for the sake of your soul[/i][/b]" he said.

[color=darkred]"[b]For the sake of your flock and this city, I pray I am wrong as well[/b]"[/color] he said before turning and motioning for Lua to follow. The priest met them at the door with the shovels in hand and handed them to the black knights as he instructed them where to look. Lucian nodded and walked silently through the graveyard, looking much like a reaper tending to the souls of the dead to any on lookers[/center]