The Heartwood short sleeves

Yep, yep, yep. This was total nonsense. Diantha had heard tales of religion, but she'd never actually seen it up close. Now here she was, standing face-to-face with somebody who believed that if you followed some kind of moral teachings, you would be rewarded. What a load of horseshit that was. Diantha had only ever been rewarded with hardship when she'd been younger, and what had she done to deserve that? Fucking nothing.

Still, she kept her stoic face, careful not to let on that she thought he was absolutely off his rocker.

And you, you're one of his followers? And your hunter friend, too? Where was that guy, anyway. Bartholomew was talking a big game, and "Carla" was going to split soon if she didn't see any evidence of this hunter.