Sylvester glanced around and noticed a few men in church robes, "Which monastery are you two from?"
The Clergymen were alerted and seemingly came out of their stupor. They immediately took to their knees after noticing his golden eyes and golden blonde hair. There were five of them, and they saluted him in unison.
"Your Holiness! May the Holy Light enlighten us!"
"We're from Baron Redman's land, Your Grace," one of them explained afterward. "We were on our way home after buying supplies for the monastery."
Sylvester smelled no lies and looked down at the woman, "Where is she from? Who is this man, and what led to his demise?"
"She's from my village, Your Holiness," Just then, a young man walked forward, donning casual commoner clothing and looking decently bright. "Rivereign is the name of our village. But I don't know her personally. I have only seen her a few times."
Getting no answers, he decided to get to the bottom of it.
