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Hodrick turned his head towards the figure addressing him. A truly odd manner of speech, one that belonged to either scholars, witches or royalty, and the third seemed unlikely. More pressing however was her statement that one of the many cathedrals was under attack.

"The church? How did they get past the walls?" He suspected something that could fly, but monsters were often cunning enough to not need them. The thought disgusted him, some creature smart enough yet capable enough to stoop as low as attacking a place of worship. He worshiped foreign gods, but all the same he recognized it as a place of prayer, not bloodshed.

It must be vindicated.

"Let's go," he abandoned the Hunter's Guild and followed the strange knight, matching her pace with relative ease.