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"Wait!"  The call was hoarse, the voice gravelly.  Emerging from within the gathered townsfolk was a man shrouded in white cloth, his face mostly hidden.  As he moved, he did so with evident struggle.  Each advancing limp looked like it was causing a great deal of pain.

"I may... not know where... the Devil is, but I know... where [i]they [/i]are," he said through strain.  Anyone could see that there was something strange about this person.  His skin was wretched, with boils on his forearms and what little you could see of his cheek.

"[color=39b54a]They?[/color]" Jack asked.

"Yes... They.  They commit all sorts of affronts... to God.  They kill... experiment... torment.  The dead rose from their graves today.  They... might be responsible."  The odd stranger traded gazes with each of those that were set out to ride.  It was almost like he was sizing them up, deciding if they were up to the task he was about to beset upon them.  "The whores... of Satan.  The brides of dark...ness.  The witches."

There was a beat of silence as his world marinated.  Whispers and murmurs could be heard amongst the gathered few.  It seems the women of whom the stranger spoke were owned a bit of infamy.

"I tell you from experience.  They surely... do the work of... evil.  It may have been them who brought the ghouls.  I was once normal.  Just passing through.  I... made a campsite in those woods out yonder," he said with a gesture toward the west.  "Had a bit too much to drink.  Much too much.  A woman approached the fire.  She was beautiful with golden hair, pale... skin, and a voice of velvet.  She brought some drink of her own.  Shared it with me.  Before I knew it, I was out.  When I woke up again, there were more women, but each one looked more hideous than the last.  They looked like that hadn't bathed in years or even seen the sun.  Their features were... exaggerated.  Gangly, crooked teeth, large noses, crooked backs... Their laughs. Those cackles.  Just the memory of them makes my blood go cold.  They did things to me... awful things.  I barely escaped with my life."

"If you're looking for answers, head west, but do so with caution.  You're going to need more than bullets and... shells."

"[color=39b54a]Who are you,[/color]" Jack finally asked.

"I am nobody.  Not anymore.  But I used to be called Fenton.  Pleasure to... meet you."

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