common courtesy, Tarrin told him in a cool, dangerous voice.  Though he did not know the girl, part of Tarrins fundamental nature caused him to be protective of children, any children, even those not his own.  The man was not going to chase the girl down the street with a wooden rod while he was there to stop him.  You offered to work for your supper? Tarrin asked her.
	Y-Yes, my Lord, she said in a trembling voice when she raised her head and looked at him, and saw him in all his finery.  She then tried to curtsy, though she didnt do a very good job of it, for she was trembling too much to make it look graceful.
	Then youre hired, he told her.  I have things I need carried.  You will carry them for me.
	The look she gave him was apprehensive, yet slightly hopeful.  There was a wariness about her that showed that she approached the offer with trepidation.  Given that she was a young girl, he could understand why.  Odds were, the girl had had her share of scrapes with those who would force their attentions on her.
	She cant carry what youve bought, my Lord, the man said gratingly.
	Shes not.  You will.
	He spluttered.  I got porters for that!
	Then get them.  I want my goods loaded on a horse I have down the street.
	Theres the matter of the payment, my Lord, the man coughed.  I dont bring out my porters until weve settled the bill.
	Fine, then.  How much for all I want? he asked, holding up his little piece of parchment.
	The man blanched, and then he turned white.  Tarrin had never expected that kind of a reaction.  S-Surely my Lord doesnt think I can read, do you? he asked in a now fearful voice.  Im not a nobleman!
	No, certainly not. I just meant-nevermind, he grunted, putting the parchment away.  Weve already discussed what I want.  How much?
	Ten silver shar, my Lord.
	Tarrin gave the man a penetrating look, judging his greed against his obvious fear of Tarrins seeming nobility.  He then nodded absently.  I think you can imagine what I would do to you if I thought you were cheating me, so ten it is, he agreed, which made the man grimace just a little bit.  He beckoned to the girl with a finger, and she shuffled into the shop warily.  She looked up at him with dark eyes, and then she backed away when he held out his leather purse to her.
	You will carry this, he told her.  Now take it and pay the man.
	The girl goggled at him, but it was nothing compared to the look of abject shock on the face of the merchant.  She almost dropped the leather pouch when Tarrin thrust it into her hands, and they trembled as they held more money than she had probably ever held in her entire life.  Then, with deliberate intent, he turned his back on her to look at a table holding baskets of pears, apples, and peaches.  Much to the merchants surprise, the girl opened the pouch and poured out coins into her hand, then stepped up and started handing them to him.  He glared at her the entire time, but he could say nothing, because she was now paying him for Tarrins purchase.  It was a lesson for the merchant in not passing judgement, for the girl had not taken the purse and run with it, as she had the chance to do.  When he looked at her, he just knew that she was worthy of that trust.
	Now then, get your porters, Tarrin ordered the merchant.  I have better things to do than stand here.
	Tarrin supervised the six porters who packed up his purchase, then made them and the girl follow him back to the horse, which Haley currently had.  They had to go two blocks to reach it, and Haley had men loading it with his own purchases when he reached it.  I see you were successful, my Lord, Haley said to him with a very slight smile.
	Tarrin gave him a flat look, then ordered the men to load the horse.  The girl stood right behind him, clutching the leather pouch to her breast as if it were going to jump out of her hands and run away at any moment.  I see you got more than foodstuffs, Haley chuckled a he looked at her.  Quite a charming young lady.  I think she needs to have sharp words with her tailor, however.
	The girl flushed, lowering her head.
	Tarrin paid her little mind.  I think I got enough to last us a while.  Im sure the horse is going to hate us for loading him down so much.
	I already told him that he wont have to go far with it, he answered with a sly little smile.  Im sure hell forgive us.
	Tarrin and Haley watched as the porters finished loading the supplies onto the horse, who kept glaring balefully at Haley.  The men moved quickly, casting fearful looks at Tarrin and Haley the entire time, even as the poorly dressed girl remained steadfastly just beside and slightly behind Tarrin, holding onto his leather pouch with both hands, keeping it clutched tightly to her breast as if to keep anyone from taking it away from her.  The porters finished loading down the horse, and then rushed away quickly after Haley took up the reins.  What about the others? Tarrin asked.
	Theyre using the other horse, he answered.  My Lord, he added with a smirk.
	Zyri! a tiny voice called in a hushed manner.  Zyri, did you get any food?  Im hungry!
	Tarrin glanced at the young girl, who was trying to shoo a boy of about ten away, who was hiding behind a barrel on the other side of a sewage ditch, just at the mouth of a narrow alley between two shops.  The boy was just as thin, bedraggled, and filthy as the girl was, with thick, limp brown hair but with lucent brown eyes.  He saw a look of fear on the girls face as she looked at the boy.  Telven!  Go back to the alley!  You cant leave Jal alone! she said in a fierce whisper of command.  Go!  Ill bring food when I get some, and get off the street before they see you!
	But Im hungry! he whispered back from the water barrel.
	She took one step towards him, taking a hand off the leather pouch and pointing down the alley.  Go back to Jal right now! she hissed at him.
	The crowd parted for yet another patrol, and the small boy suddenly darted back down the alley and out of sight.  The girl seemed to want to bolt as well, but she did not move, clutching the leather pouch to her breast and wringing its top in her small hands as she stared at the ten armed men with something almost approaching terror.  The ten men seemed about ready to march by, at least until one of them seemed to notice.  He drew a heavy wooden rod from his belt and rushed towards her. The girl turned as if to run, then stopped and dropped to her knees, hugging the pouch tightly as she burst into tears.  Tarrin wasnt sure why she was doing what she was doing, but he wasnt about to let that guard hit her with that baton.  Tarrin stepped into his path, a tall, intimidating figure that brought the man up short immediately.  He blanched when he saw the flat look in Tarrins eyes, and lowered his wooden rod.  Stand aside, my Lord, the guard said immediately, giving the young girl a sinister look of eager anticipation.
	Why?
	Shes stolen your purse! he said in surprise, as if it was a stupid question.
	Shes done no such thing, Tarrin snorted.  Now move on and dont concern yourself with her.
	Here now, you cant order me around, nobleman, the man said with sudden heat.  Im a soldier of the Church.  We dont answer to you.
	Tarrin had to struggle to maintain his composure.  Getting into a fight in the middle of the street was not what he wanted to have happen.  Im not ordering, Im suggesting, he said in a level, deceptively mild tone.  Ive hired her to fetch and carry for me, and shes not done anything wrong.
	The guard mulled it over.  Alright, but keep a civil tongue when addressing soldiers of the One, he commanded arrogantly.
	You will get all the respect you deserve, Tarrin said in a flinty manner, the sarcasm lost on the man as he rejoined the other guards and moved on without any more discussion.
	Haley went over and offered his hand to the girl.  Its just not proper for a page of Lord Tarrin to be kneeling on the ground.  Theres a certain amount of dignity that goes with the position, he said lightly, giving Tarrin a rakish smile that said that he, along with Miranda, was enjoying teasing him over it immensely.
	She gazed up at him fearfully, then, sniffling, she took his hand and let him pull her to her feet.  She shuffled slowly back to Tarrins side, holding the pouch tightly and staring at the ground.  Tarrin looked down at her, impressed that even in the face of that much fear, she would not run away.  She was taking her job to carry his purse seriously enough to risk a beating over it.  Or, perhaps, she was so desperate to feed that boy and the other she named, which Tarrin did not see, that she would be beaten by that guard if it meant getting food from Tarrin for performing the duty he set upon her.
	Either way, that was loyalty.
	Tarrin and Haley exchanged a look over the girls head, then the Were-wolf shrugged noncommitally.  Are the others almost done? he asked.
	Probably, my Lord, Haley answered.  With four of us out doing this, it wouldnt take long.
	Alright.  Go ahead and take the horse back to the inn, and try to talk him out of his displeasure.
	That may not be easy, Haley said lightly, taking the reins.  The horse was still giving Haley an accusing look.  It might take a few apples.
	We have plenty, Tarrin shrugged as Haley led the horse down the street.  He turned and looked at the girl, who still stared at her feet.  Look at me, he ordered.  She slowly, hesitantly raised her eyes, and he looked at her face and realized that if she was cleaned up and had some food, she would actually be a rather cute young lady.  There were hints of it in her cheekbones and her chin, a promise of something more lurking on that dirty face.  Her dark eyes were lustrous despite her gaunt visage, stormy eyes that showed the strength of her will, eyes that looked upon him with both fear and gratitude, and an uncertainty of what was to come.
	I dont need your service any more, he told her, holding out his hand.
	Immediately, she offered up the purse to him, but he simply closed his hands over hers, making her grip the pouch.  There was the strangest tingle in that touch, of his skin on hers, as if there were something about this girl he should know, but whatever it was managed to evade his attention.  Its yours, he told her.  Get something to eat, take a bath, and buy some better clothes.
	Tears immediately welled up in her dark eyes.  Th-Thank you, m-my Lord, she managed to choke out.
	You earned it, in my opinion, he stated.  Now youd better run along, before that Telven of yours gets into trouble.
	H-Hes my brother, my Lord, she told him.
	Dont call me that, he snorted.  Im no more a Lord than you are, I just happen to have enough money to make them think I am.  My name is Tarrin.
	Im Zyrilin, my Lord.
	Well now, Zyrilin, youd better go get something for your brother to eat, he said gently.
	The look she gave him was one of such gratitude that he thought he had never seen its like, as if he were some kind of Deva descended from on high to grant her this windfall, then she turned and ran.  She jumped over the foul-smelling ditch of sewage and disappeared between two buildings, going the same way her brother had gone.
	Who was that, Tarrin? Azakar asked as he led the other horse up to him.  Dolanna was behind, fiddling with one of the straps even as the horse moved.
	Nobody, Zak, Tarrin said with a slight smile.  Nobody at all.
	Oh.  Did you finish?
	He nodded.  Haleys leading the horse back to the inn.  Hes only about a block ahead.
	We have completed our tasks as well, Dolanna told him.  Let us return to the inn.  I would like to get an early start in the morning.  Us being here invites disaster.
	I almost had one, Tarrin grunted.  But I managed to keep my temper.
	Wonders never cease, Dolanna told him lightly, patting him on the arm.  Very well, cousin, let us return to the safety of the inn.
	Merik and Brolli served up a mutton stew for dinner which actually wasnt half bad, which they all enjoyed after Ulger and Azakar redistributed their purchases through the saddle packs to balance the load of each horse.  They ate in the common room, which only had six or seven other patrons all night, all of them men dressed in finery and often accompanied by women who looked to be wives and one or two armed men serving as bodyguards.  They spent most of the night in conversation with Merik however, as Miranda and Haley skillfully dragged quite a bit of useful information out of him.  Dengal was a new city, only about twenty years old, built as a stop for the army of the Church as it marched to the east, over the mountains and to the lines of a war that they were fighting with what Merik called heathens, primitive tribal humans who didnt worship the One.  These heathens were, in Meriks description, unwashed barbarians who believe that the spirits of animals are gods and worship them.  The Church was forcibly converting them to worshipping the One, and had managed to conquer nearly three quarters of the territory held by this other group of humans.  There was a short bit of panic when Merik produced a map and asked them to show him where Sulasia was, but seeing that map was in and of itself a stroke of good fortune.  It mapped out a vast empire that the map marked as Pyrosia, and according to the map, Dengal was in the extreme southeast corner of it.  The empire had conquered about nine tenths of the landmass, with only a strip of land along its eastern border, on a peninsula separated by the rest of the continent by a mountain range, and a long strip of land over a mountain range on the north not being denoted as owned by the empire.  There was another peninsula of land almost touching the one to the east, that trailed off the map, making it look like part of either a different landmass or a large island.  That road leading northwest hed seen that afternoon ran back into the empire.  The west side of the kingdom was a coast line, and Miranda glibly explained that theirs was a small island nation off the west side of the map, far removed from the center of the Pyrosian empire.  Merik seemed to accept this explanation on its face, and laughed and said that it explained why they seemed to have different ways.  I thought that the Church taught a uniform doctrine, but I guess that it is a little different from region to region, he chuckled.
	It does teach a uniform doctrine, Miranda answered. Its just that we opened our arms to the Church only about ten years ago, so were still learning, she winked.
	I see the light of truth shines into the hearts of all the pure, Merik said piously.  Your people must be untouched by the taint of the Defiled for you to see the light of the One and want to be part of it.
	Most likely.  Were out here on our pilgrimage so we can take information of the rest of the world back home, she explained.  Theres only so much you can see on a map, you know.  She pointed at an area beyond the northern border of the empire.  Whats up here?
	Oh, those are the Dread Lands, he said.  A wilderness filled with dangerous beasts and monsters.  The children of the Defiled used to hide up there until the Army of Light destroyed them.  Now its filled with the Sub-Humans.  You know, orcs, gnolls, kobolds, goblins, those kinds of creatures.
	Ah.  We came along the south edge, and now were going north.  I see itd behoove us if we made a left turn before we got over these mountains, Miranda chuckled, pointing at a mountain range that divided the empire from that region.
	Have you visited Pyros yet? he asked.  Certainly you cant visit the Churchs holdings without going to see the seat of all.  You just have to see the Altar of Truth, and the Obsidian Cathedral, and the Wall of Purity!
	We were going to save that for last, she explained.  So the memory of it would be freshest in us when we go home to tell everyone what weve seen.  She pointed at the landmass trailing off the east side fo the map.  Is this an island?
	Thats the continent of Auromar, he explained.  The Haunted Lands.  Its a cursed place, filled with the ghosts of the Defiled who the Church destroys.  The One cursed Auromar long ago when a pagan religion managed to take hold there and seduce the weak, which triggered the first Crusade of Holy Might.  Since the Defiled are also cursed, when they die their souls are trapped there, and they wander the land killing anything alive that steps onto the shore.  Theres nothing alive on that entire continent now, not even plants.  The souls of the Defiled are cursed, and they cant find joy in the light of the One, so they wander the Haunted Lands for all eternity, suffering for their darkness.
	When did that happen? Miranda asked.  When did people first start seeing them, I mean?
	Im surprised youve never heard of it, he said with slight suspicion.
	Were very isolated, good Merik, she said, flashing him a disarming smile.  We didnt even know about Pyrosia until fifty years ago.
	Well, the first Crusade was about two thousand years ago, he answered.  Until then, the souls of the Defiled wandered all the land, but after the One cursed the earth of Auromar, they all became trapped there.  Even the souls of the Defiled that are found and destroyed now are trapped on Auromar.
	Sounds like an unpleasant kind of place, Miranda said.
	I wouldnt want to go there, Merik chuckled.
	We have no Defiled where we come from, Miranda said.  I wonder what they look like.
	Well, some of them look just like you and me, he answered in a conspiratorial whisper.  There are those who are born Defiled, the ones that arent human, and then there are the ones that become Defiled when they embrace false gods, or start practicing witchcraft.   Since regular people can become Defiled, you never know if the stranger youre talking to walks the path of light or has succumbed to the darkness and become Defiled.
	Oh, Miranda said, glancing at Tarrin with a wicked little smile.  If Merik only knew just who he was talking to, hed understand how correct his words really were.  So, all non-humans are Defiled?
	Merik nodded.  Its the taint of evil staining them.  Only the pure can walk the path of light, and only humans are pure.  The Sub-Humans and the other races originally were human, but they were cursed by the One to show the taint of evil within them in way a that all those who walk the path of light could see, so they became something other than human.  The Sub-Humans are too stupid to be a threat, and sometimes the Church uses them to do things, since the One said that all those who are cursed may be used to serve the One in bondage, in retribution for their rejection of him, before being wiped from the world.  But the other Defiled are too smart or too dangerous to serve the One, so theyre hunted down and destroyed.  Especially the witches, he said in a harsh whisper.  The Hunters of Truth do that, go around and hunt down the witches.
	How would one know a witch? Miranda asked in what Tarrin saw was utterly feigned fascination, acting as if she hung on Meriks every word to make him talk.
	Theres no way to see one on the street and know what he is, he answered after looking around.  But the Hunters can find them.  The taint of their unholy magic leaves a mark on them that the Hunters can find, but I dont know how.  Maybe theyre blessed by the One to see darkness, since they themselves walk so closely down the path of light.
	Oooh, that sounds dangerous, she breathed.
	Its not a job I think I could do, facing the forces of darkness every day, Merik said.  But the Hunters protect the rest of us, so Im glad there are men out there that can.  Oh my, here I am ignoring my other guests.  I must be along now, Miranda.  Ill be back in a while, and well chat some more.
	Certainly, Miranda told him as he got up, then she turned to Tarrin after he was gone.  Quite an interesting bit of information, she said soberly in Wikuni to him.
	I think we might want to leave before dawn, Tarrin grunted.  If these Hunters really can sense other magic-users, then we might not want to linger here for long.  This is a good-sized town, and they might have a Hunter in residence.
	Amazing that a religion can call itself pure and walking in the path of light when it summons Demons to serve it, Miranda said acidly.
	Didnt you hear him, Miranda?  He said the that One said that they can use the Defiled to serve the Church.  Wouldnt you think a Demon is Defiled?
	She looked about to say something, then the comprehension dawned in her eyes.  Youre right.  Some kind of fight fire with fire mentality.
	No, a tool of terror.  And I think if theres one thing a Demon would be good for with this church, it would be a tool of terror.  The reasoning for it is just sophistry to explain to the lay populace why their Priests are summoning Demons.
	You know, this religion of theirs almost doesnt sound evil had we not seen what they do to people who disobey them, she said grimly.
	I know.  But its all nothing but a well orchestrated lie to maintain power, and nothing more.  He looked at Merik who was chatting with another patron.  Merik believes in this Church because hes swallowed the line theyve given him.  He doesnt question them, and hes closed his mind to the starving people around him and the fear in everyones eyes, seeing it as normal.  He himself also lives in fear, but the Church has deflected that fear away from itself and put it on the Defiled.  They keep the people so afraid of these shadowy Defiled that they dont think about whos oppressing them in the first place.
	An old political trick, Miranda said with a nod.  Passing the marked coin.
	Aye.
	Well, weve learned a good bit from him.  Weve also learned that there are nobles, but the nobles arent exactly connected to the Church.
	And that the Church controls them, he answered, then he described what happened between him and the church soldier.
	Puppets on the strings of the Church, Miranda agreed.  Where is Mist?
	Up in the room with Fireflash and Sarraya.  If Sarrayas still alive, he chuckled.  Id better go up.
	Alright.  Ill tell Dolanna about what we learned, and tell everyone were going to leave early, so wed better get some sleep.
	Good idea.
	Tarrin went up to his room, and found that everyone was indeed still alive.  Fireflash was chasing Sarraya around the room in tight circles as the Faerie laughed.  Mist had the shutters closed and was in her natural form, eating a bowl of stew that Tarrin had brought up for her earlier, ignoring the laughing Faerie as the drake chased her through the air.  Im surprised you havent killed them, Tarrin chuckled.
	Theyre not bothering me, my mate, she answered.
	Were leaving early.
	How early?
	As early as possible.  Miranda dragged some information out of the innkeeper.  Tarrin related what Merik had told them.  If theres a Hunter here, we dont want to linger.
	Good idea, she agreed pushing the bowl aside.  Lets go to bed.
	Isnt it a bit early?
	Not for what I want to do, she said, standing up and giving him a direct look.
	Sarraya laughed.  I guess this is where I get thrown out.  Ill go sleep with Haley.  Open the door for me, Tarrin, and see you in the morning, she said, winking out of sight.
	Tarrin let  Sarraya out the door, then shfted into his natural form, locked the door, and took Mists paw.  Not a child any longer, she cooed to him as she snuggled up against him and kissed him.  He didnt have to bend down at all to kiss her.
	You never were, he teased lightly.

	It was well into night when Tarrin and Mist were awakened by the sound of a tolling bell.  He rose up from the sturdy bed and looked towards the shuttered window, shifting into human form as he climbed out of bed to open it and look outside.
	Why are they ringing that damn thing this late? Mist complained, sitting up in the bed.
	Stay there, Im going to open the shutters, he ordered, then he did so.  The street below was quiet and deserted, but people were opening doors and windows and looking out, just as he was.  He watched them for a moment, until he started seeing men and women in nightclothes and robes filing out of their doors, and walking towards the center of town.  He had no idea why, but the bell had to be some kind of a signal or something.
	Why are they coming out? Mist asked, coming up beside him to look out.  She was in her human form, something she very rarely did because of the discomfort of it, and he was surprised that she was so tall even in her human form.  She hadnt bothered to put anything on, and one older fellow happened to look up at their window and see much more than he had expected.  He gaped for a moment, then gave a wolfish grin and saluted Mist with the hand not carrying his cane.
	Put on a shirt or something, Mist, he chided her.
	Why?
	So we dont offend the locals.
	I dont know, that one didnt seem too offended to me.
	Thats probably because hes a dirty old man.  Now put on a shirt.
	I like humans not afraid to be themselves, she said with a snort, leaning out to look down the street.
	Girl, youre about to learn a valuable life lesson.  Now go put on a shirt.
	Oh, alright, she huffed, pulling back into the window and hurrying over to the bed.  She picked her shirt up off the floor and pulled it over her head, then came back to the window and leaned back out.  Theyre all going that way, she said, looking out the window towards the middle of town.
	The bells ringing! Merik called from the hallway.  Everyone up, please, the bell is ringing!  He knocked on the door.  My Lord, the bell is ringing!  Please get up!  We cant be late!
	Were up, he called.
	We, my Lord? he asked curiously through the door.
	Skip it.  Go wake up the others.
	Mist and Tarrin watched the humans mill around outside for a moment longer, then Tarrin leaned out to look with Mist towards the center of town.  It looked like the entire city was coming out of their houses and moving towards the chapel in the middle of town.  I guess we should get dressed, he surmised.
	There was a knock at the door, and then it opened.  Oh, pardon me, dear one, Dolanna said mildly from the doorway.
	Come in, Dolanna, youre not looking at anything you havent already seen, he answered without looking back at her.
	I think you should dress and prepare to leave.  I do not have a good feeling about what is going on, and I think we shall leave when it is over.  Azakar and Ulger will pack the horses when they are dressed..
	Good idea, Tarrin agreed.
	Well, at least half of that sight is cute, Ulgers voice called from the doorway.
	Be careful, my mate, Ulger thinks you have a cute butt, Mist told him evenly, which made Ulger burst into laughter.  Dont turn around, or I might have to fight him for you.
	That made Ulger almost fall over laughing.  He staggered out of the doorway, and the sound of his laughter trailed away.
	You are a wicked woman, Mist, Dolanna said lightly.
	Well, I think its a cute butt, she said, looking down at Tarrins backside.  Then she reached down and patted it fondly.
	Im so glad you approve, Tarrin said dryly.
	At least you cut short any remark Ulger might have made about you, Mist, Dolanna told her.
	Bah.  He wouldnt know what to do with my butt if I gave it to him, she snorted, which made Tarrin laugh.
	Well, dress quickly and prepare to leave, my friends, Dolanna ordered.
	Mist gave Tarrin a roguish smile and goosed him, then moved to shutter the windows.  Lets get going, she told him.
	They dressed and packed their things, and Mist shifted back into cat form after they were ready.  Tarrins arms were full with packs, Fireflash, and Mist as he came down, until Haley quietly took his pack.  Dolanna wants you to stay with the pack horses, Mist, he told the black cat in Tarrins arms quietly, since Merik and Bolli, wearing nightclothes, were very close to them, trying to urge their guests to get going in stronger and stronger terms.
	The black cat nodded, and Haley collected her from him gently, then beckoned to Fireflash.  Ill take care of your cat, my Lord, and your drake, he said audibly.  Shell settle down once we put her in the saddle.
	They got moving quickly after that.  Azakar and Ulger led the horses as the others walked at the tail end of the procession of the citizens of the town as they filed towards the middle of the city.  Tarrin wasnt sure what was going on, but from the looks of sleepiness in those around him, he realized that this wasnt a normal occurrence.  Something special was going on.  Tarrin honestly had no idea what to expect as they reached the large square before the towns chapel. The whole population of the town was there, almost two thousand people, packed into a large open area before the chapels iron fence, behind which was built a large wooden platform that rose over the top of that fence.  There were six figures on that platform, two adult-sized, three smaller ones or men on their knees, and one was unmistakably Demonic.   It was a vrock, a twelve span tall vulture-like Demon, with bird-like legs whose feet were equipped with wicked talons, human-like arms and hands also equipped with talons, and large feathered wings anchored the a skinny body that supported a vultures head.  It held a black-bladed glaive in its hands, towering over the men on the platform, holding its pole with the single-edged blade mounted atop it negligently in its hands.
	Theyve caught a witch! someone whispered to his right, and then a rumble of gossip rolled through the back edge of the crowd.
	One of the standing men raised his arms, and the crowd hushed.  Good citizens of Dengal!  You have been summoned to witness the execution of the Ones justice! the man boomed.  Tarrin saw now that he was wearing one of those red robes that denoted him as a Priest.  This night the blessed Hunters have entered our town and captured a practitioner of witchcraft!  The witch has been caught, as well as two who have tried to hide him, witch-lovers!
	There was a rumble of cheering through the crowd, which died do