"His thoughts weren't muddled. Or do you not trust my judgment?" "His thoughts weren't muddled. Or do you not trust my judgment?"
The man was accompanied by a few dozen of the more prominent clergymen that had been assigned to take part in this journey, most of them showing the same skepticism and suspicion. Waiting for Peimon to respond, they maintained a practiced quiet as they stood idly by the roadside in their immaculate white robes amidst a backdrop of tall, verdant trees and vast, towering mountains.
"He must have hit his head, then," Peimon went on. "In what world would a young lad like that encounter a demon and still manage to escape with his life?"
The others murmured in agreement.
"According to the boy, the creature was out of sorts, as if it had just woken up from a long slumber."
"Your Grace," said Gartur, who offered an explanation on his behalf.
Maels nodded.
