The definition of a human... Little Nagen had seen it in a book, that is, a heart that beats, a free soul, not bound by evil, nor deceived by Chaos.
Watching the refugees walk out from their tent-surrounded camp in the distance, and seeing the bags in their hands, Little Nagen descended from the ruins and hastened onto the avenue. He had to inform the sisters in the organization, so they could tell Lord Malin.
He always said, "The world doesn't need unearned beauty, because that's just the favorite trick of Chaos when it deceives Mortals."
Passing through the intersection, similar children approached him, "How's it going?"
"We have a problem," Nagen nodded. The two youngsters stopped in their tracks as a carriage approached. An upper class apprentice of the Church greeted them from atop, "Do you need a ride, little ones?"
"No, thank you," Nagen smiled and shook his head, while tugging at his companion's sleeve.
The other was confused and turned to look at Nagen.
