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Damion was lost in thought about what had transpired. He had met some interesting people in the course of tonight. William the knight, Damion was sure that he had met this fellow before, but he couldn't place his finger on it. Rune, a strange enigma he was. Gwen, a lady of some type of royalty. Last, but not least Johanne, an ex-slave to the man in the carriage with some type of distrust to the church. It was all very confusing. He had almost missed William and Gwen say something to him.

"Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts," He apologized to the pair. Damion turned to Gwen and said, "There is a well out back, but I don't recommend going out there alone." Damion had made sure that the well was covered every night before he went to bed and tonight was no exception to the rule. "As for you, Sir William. There is a chance we might have crossed paths before, I was a knight in training before I turned to the Cloth. Now if will excuse me, I need to check up on our friend who is bedridden. I don't want to leave her alone for very long."

Damion got up from the table and headed to his room, When he entered the room he was met with the smell of blood that he encountered not so long ago. That's when he saw Johannes' dress torn to shreds on her body. He also saw the blood on his cot, he just shook his head and knelt beside the woman and said, "I know not, what problem you have with the Church but, please don't judge me on the actions of the others of my faith. I'm here to help you, now let me see your wounds. I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't." He smiled at the woman laying on his bed.