Barrow Fields Vedrai, vedrai!

It bothered him to no end, to be the only one shouting. It was difficult to maintain such anger in the face of such lown charity.

I know that this is an unforgiveable sin, but I can't help but turn myself away. His weak smile collapsed in on itself, the last eggshell-thin eaves of a roof blown off by wind.

Something in his gaze coalesced, became opaque. If I ever believe in a god it will only be out of fear.

For a few moments there were no words spoken. The silence was only interrupted by the susurration of grass, the distant crash of waves on the shore. He turned back to the thin man.

Where do you come from?