Two men clothed in dark robes stand outside the room of a little teenage girl and whisper to each other in harsh argueing tones. The girl parents lie beaten in the other room and tied to chairs in their own room barely alive. One of the men, the ox of the two, has a mustache the other cleanly shaven.
The man with the mustache whispers softly yet harshly to the other; "Listen Regas, there is no way what she has is merely a disease, she is a incarnation of undeath and her parents have been housing her under our very nose, she could bite someone and turn them." The man identified as Regas whispers in response; "I don't think thats it Beleran, sure she avoids daylight but she doesn't seem to shy away from the church. she has to be diseased, what if we ignore the disease and it spreads to the whole town?"
There is a long silent moment and Beleran whispers to Regas; "We are in agreement that she cannot continue to go on as she is?" Regas looks to Beleran with a somber frown; "I don't see how we can ignore it." They both look to the door and nod to each other as they slowly open it and creep inside drawing sharp daggers and closing the door behind them.
The man with the mustache whispers softly yet harshly to the other; "Listen Regas, there is no way what she has is merely a disease, she is a incarnation of undeath and her parents have been housing her under our very nose, she could bite someone and turn them." The man identified as Regas whispers in response; "I don't think thats it Beleran, sure she avoids daylight but she doesn't seem to shy away from the church. she has to be diseased, what if we ignore the disease and it spreads to the whole town?"
There is a long silent moment and Beleran whispers to Regas; "We are in agreement that she cannot continue to go on as she is?" Regas looks to Beleran with a somber frown; "I don't see how we can ignore it." They both look to the door and nod to each other as they slowly open it and creep inside drawing sharp daggers and closing the door behind them.
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