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Lua’s irreverence was poorly concealed inside the church. She made no effort to clean her boots before entering and left her face masked. She had been raised in the ways of the old gods she was named for, though her family’s practices were a well-kept secret. While Lucian explained their intent to the incredulous bishop, Lua stood silently with her arms crossed. She thought about the day another holy had come to the hamlet where she grew up. He’d come with shields of red and white for her father, and all the men, to carry. 

-30 minutes later-

The bishop tried to deter them from their morbid endeavor with warnings of damnation. Lua failed to suppress a scoff. If they burned their dead to begin with, instead of burying them, this could’ve been avoided. Unsurprisingly, the bishop was easily persuaded and soon, she was following her mentor towards the hanged man’s grave. 

A voice called out across the graveyard, another person telling them not to disturb the graves. Lua looked the woman over from afar. The stranger’s posture told Lua she wouldn’t be as easily swayed as the bishop. Somewhat further off, another figure was visible, though that one seemed content to watch and wait, for now. 

[color=ed145b]“It appears we’ve attracted an audience as well as an interloper.” [/color]Lua grumbled to her mentor as she drove the shovel into the wet ground at her feet. Best to have both hands readied until they could better assess these strangers. Her eyes remained on the newcomers while her fingers drummed on the hilt of the sword hanging by her right hip. She was becoming irritated with others interfering in their business, wasting their time. Guards, priests, and now... Lua scowled over her mask. [color=ed145b]“Who are these people?”[/color] She thought aloud, then glanced upward to the ravens circling overhead. 

One bird veered off, descending as it passed over the strangers, though it remained well above them all. Lua was still early in her apprenticeship and her ability to see through her raven’s eyes was unreliable, but good enough in this case. She could discern that neither newcomer was dressed like an average resident of Kenfort. The more distant one appeared to be heavily armored and that was concerning. News of a brawl amongst such an... eccentric group, in the cemetery no less, would spread quickly. Lucian had made her aware of the rumors already circulating about themselves and their fellow Raven Lords. At best, the resulting xenophobia would cripple their investigation. At worst, fear and paranoia could make the common people more susceptible to the curse and the whole city could begin to turn. [color=ed145b]“Time to make another friend, Lord Barrett?”[/color] She asked, jerking her head in the direction of the vocal stranger.[/center]