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Harlyn couldn't help the brief bark of laughter that escaped her lips at his suggestion. It was so simple and obvious, but one she knew would do them no good. She knew that he did not believe as she did, and part of the wrath that came down upon them now was that she had not converted him or any others under her care. Harlyn had seen the ways differing beliefs could rend relationships apart, and she had held back the push of hers due to fear of harming what she had worked so hard to cultivate. But it seemed now the time had passed when she could afford such luxuries as caution.

"The gods have sent this demon upon us as punishment," Harlyn answered him with a sad shake of her head, "We have displeased them. I have displeased them with the silence I've kept against them. We cannot run, Mordecai. It will follow. It will follow until they are appeased, and I do not know how to make it so."