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Dimitris leaned back in his saddle, pondering his new friend's words. The abruptiveness of Morvayn's questions put him at ease, somehow. Maybe it was knowing that the larger man seemed to have no filter, no secrets to hide away in the dark recesses of his mind. Or, if there was, it hadn't tainted him irreparably. "If there is some kind of conspiracy surrounding my absent mother, I have a feeling we'll know soon. People are... Flawed, in many ways. Clearly, many of the villiagers have had to face such flaws in ways none of us welcomed." His back ached as they plodded onwards. Dusk was falling, the sun barely visible above the horizon. They would need to make camp soon, he figured.
"Aside from committing a cardial sin, there aren't really any reasons for the villiagers to exile a person. You'll find more of that sort around the temples. They take their rituals and customs seriously, and disrespecting them is akin to disrespecting the gods." Even if there were some deep, dark secrets running underneath his hometown, he wasn't sure there was anyone left to tell them. The curse had taken the most sinful people first, igniting like a fire in dry underbrush and tearing through everything in its wake. He wasn't sure if he himself had any time left, or if he would wake to find himself out of control and under Morvayn's blade. He sighed heavily, already weary. What could he do, anyway?
He fell silent after that, busy searching for a place to rest near the side of the road somewhere. It wasn't easy; most of their surroundings were dense forests filled with spurge and stinging nettle. Finally, finally, he spotted a small clearing a little ways from the side of the road. He gently tugged on the reigns, pulling him and his steed to a stop. "Come on, before those in the dark start calling for us, " he called over his shoulder, only half-joking as he slid off his horse.
"Aside from committing a cardial sin, there aren't really any reasons for the villiagers to exile a person. You'll find more of that sort around the temples. They take their rituals and customs seriously, and disrespecting them is akin to disrespecting the gods." Even if there were some deep, dark secrets running underneath his hometown, he wasn't sure there was anyone left to tell them. The curse had taken the most sinful people first, igniting like a fire in dry underbrush and tearing through everything in its wake. He wasn't sure if he himself had any time left, or if he would wake to find himself out of control and under Morvayn's blade. He sighed heavily, already weary. What could he do, anyway?
He fell silent after that, busy searching for a place to rest near the side of the road somewhere. It wasn't easy; most of their surroundings were dense forests filled with spurge and stinging nettle. Finally, finally, he spotted a small clearing a little ways from the side of the road. He gently tugged on the reigns, pulling him and his steed to a stop. "Come on, before those in the dark start calling for us, " he called over his shoulder, only half-joking as he slid off his horse.