"𝘠𝘰𝘶... 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦." "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸," "𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥?" --- An infamous name, a name with layers upon layers of glares and scowls towards, the townspeople of the intensely religious area you'd set afoot in would send panic and outrage across its citizens, just the utter of your name sending them into waves of god-fearing unease. Divination, your unique fashion, tarot cards and herbs, spells and the stars, that's what they feared. They feared what they did not understand, and fear would soon translate to hate. And the Priest was no exception, yet, he'd soon catch himself doubting his morals and justifications, just by your presence he swore he despised. ---