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[b][color=f7976a]Time: [/color] Night
[color=f7976a]Location: [/color] Ember Grove Hand of God Church
[color=f7976a]Interactions:[/color] Damien [@FunnyGuy]
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Sometimes the Lord sent trials and tests to try one's patience. In this case, Ember Grove was quickly to be proving one, with the now unveiled werewolf still being adamant on his reason to be here. Maybe there was a hint of truth, if only because most werewolves were too impulsive or stupid to not try to keep in character when facing being discovered. They'd just flee, or transform. [color=f7976a]"A likely story."[/color] Frida said curtly. [color=f7976a]"You are telling [i]me[/i] that you, a [i]lycantrope[/i], has been the bloodhound of Father [i]Johnson[/i]?... Well I am supposed to believe in miracles, but it's a test of Faith on its [b]own[/b]."[/color] Her eyes met with his, and she didn't seem to budge, until she broke visual contact with him.

[color=f7976a]"A test of Faith it is, then. I shall stand vigil alongside you, until Father Johnson or the others corroborate your version. I cannot have someone like you out of my [i]sight[/i]. I suggest you do a little prayer. For [i]thine soul[/i]."[/color] The nun said, sitting on one of the pews, before eyeing the bird for a second.

[color=f7976a]"Interesting choice of companion. Very intelligent. They also... remember insults and faces forever, so I've been told."[/color] She added, with no small amount of hostility, before producing some leftover cookie crumbs and tossing them on the ground besides her. [color=f7976a]"I do have leftover coffee, if praying is not your thing. It would make a pitiful last meal, though."[/color] She finished her spiel.