"Now, lets make sure those pirates don't get away. There's a damsel in distress, and I know I'm not the only one who wants to see her rescued."
"Of course." Erasmo replied rather neutrally. With the revelation that the bride was indeed on of the ships in the docks, he grew simply angry at himself. 'So this wasn't necessary after all. Letting Sorte be used in a church... By Theus, I am a fool.' That thought blazed in his mind, along with others. He had to finish it soon, before he became even more steeped in sin. Ha! He was planning to sin to begin with; however, Erasmo saw it more as self-defence more than anything else. Yes, they had struck the first blow. And yes, they were probably aware of the consequences of doing such a thing. Anger soon turned to tranquil, almost soft, pity. Gentleness restored, he turned to the father-in-law and with a solemn face he said, "I deeply apologise for this blasphemy. I have done naught but sinned against Theus and have wasted time. Forgive me."
"...Ah, apologies. Please finish"
Suddenly a bandaged man called out to the group, it appeared to the Crescent (or was it Cathay?) man from earlier and that he needed the priest-in-training's help once again. Erasmo couldn't help but let out a sigh - had he been fighting again? Bravery and valor were commendable, but to fight in such a state... That was just reckless and stupid, even if the man had been cornered. Nevertheless, the night had been filled with such violence ever since the pirate attack. Such a pitiable thing. So much for El Año Nuevo, so much for a festival about the start of a new year. Surely, it wouldn't continue to be as bloodstained as the festival turned out to be? However, Erasmo set aside his hopes for tomorrow. He was as bloodstained as the rest and now there was a bloodstained man who required his help. At least it was something to focus on...
"I am finished." The deacon replied, "Come, let us find somewhere for you to rest; healing won't come without it."
"Of course." Erasmo replied rather neutrally. With the revelation that the bride was indeed on of the ships in the docks, he grew simply angry at himself. 'So this wasn't necessary after all. Letting Sorte be used in a church... By Theus, I am a fool.' That thought blazed in his mind, along with others. He had to finish it soon, before he became even more steeped in sin. Ha! He was planning to sin to begin with; however, Erasmo saw it more as self-defence more than anything else. Yes, they had struck the first blow. And yes, they were probably aware of the consequences of doing such a thing. Anger soon turned to tranquil, almost soft, pity. Gentleness restored, he turned to the father-in-law and with a solemn face he said, "I deeply apologise for this blasphemy. I have done naught but sinned against Theus and have wasted time. Forgive me."
"...Ah, apologies. Please finish"
Suddenly a bandaged man called out to the group, it appeared to the Crescent (or was it Cathay?) man from earlier and that he needed the priest-in-training's help once again. Erasmo couldn't help but let out a sigh - had he been fighting again? Bravery and valor were commendable, but to fight in such a state... That was just reckless and stupid, even if the man had been cornered. Nevertheless, the night had been filled with such violence ever since the pirate attack. Such a pitiable thing. So much for El Año Nuevo, so much for a festival about the start of a new year. Surely, it wouldn't continue to be as bloodstained as the festival turned out to be? However, Erasmo set aside his hopes for tomorrow. He was as bloodstained as the rest and now there was a bloodstained man who required his help. At least it was something to focus on...
"I am finished." The deacon replied, "Come, let us find somewhere for you to rest; healing won't come without it."