The church became quiet and the only sound heard was the rainstorm which refused to stop. The hooded men quickly hid themselves from the wrath of their Lord, Aragon.
They were marveled by the boy's tone. Not only did he speak with confidence, he meant his words as well. Promising to save the girl from her early death.
"Now, that's interesting" Aragon said, taking a good look at his arm, "I never knew we would meet again. If I did, I would have been more prepared to mince you into tiny bits."
Vin stood firmly. Surely, if Aragon knows, he was Dravil, this whole conversation would have ended in nothing but tears and forever begging.
"I don't care if you take interest in mincing humans, but there is something I would never allow.." Vin brought out his sword, and pointed it directly at Aragon, "... That is the unrealistic expectation of your love for women's death. That is unforgivable."
