Wild Berry Meadow set his face toward the mountain.

She spoke of gods, which further cemented his view of her as a creature of the Darkness. All of creation was a product of the Lord of Light; every life blessed by him, each identity created because he willed it. There were no others to contend with, save for the Darkness and it's many faces. To hear a stranger speak of gods — it was easy for Gilead to judge this girl as a heathen, and he was pleased to see her flee before him. Perhaps he would find her again once he'd amassed a flock, and their righteous fury would purify these darkened places.