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He could be useful, that much he knew - but that aside, what else could he do? Ignatius was wondering about that by the time it just so happened to be almost his turn to get mauled - he looked at the knife that flew past him, narrowly avoiding him, and got one of those goblins. Hook, line and sinker, as his teacher would say - only to waffle about having been a fishers son afterward. If that was all it needed, not only was he envious of Azrael, he was downright jealous; he looked confident while…

Ignatius wanted to be able to trust Azrael to the fullest, regardless of whatever would happen between the two of them in the next few hours. In fact, he ought to trust this guy so much more than just about anyone he‘d ever met at the monastery, he it because he was trying to be understanding in most ways or simply because he tried to open his eyes. And yet, his faith was holding him back, all the while his mind was so terribly interested in this man that it almost hurt - they watched their adve…

Azraels description made it sound more disgusting than it ought to be, but Ignatius figured that perhaps, he wasn’t even wrong. There had to be some truth to his words, no? And even better, it did make him wonder if he was simply losing it all - being a meal for these creatures definitely wouldn’t happen, Ignatius knew as much. That was the last thing he wanted, and besides that, he also wanted nothing more than to actually figure out what on gods green earth was up with any of that. Who would b…

Ignatius was willing to do whatever Azrael asked of him if that meant he’d get to see some of the creatures up close and perhaps, he’d even get to kill one or two of them. Wouldn’t that be nice? He’d finally have a tale of his own to tell and better yet, he’d be having fun with it, too! “I’m still supposed to be cautious, then.”, he summarized. That wasn’t a hard task, the only thing he needed to keep in mind was that he needn’t injure Azrael as well. “Worst case they rip my head off?” Perhaps, …

Endangering their only mode of transportation wasn't a good idea, regardless of their intent. Besides, Njeri hardly deserved it, either. Sure, it ought to be dumb to some people to model their likes that much after the prefernces of an animal, but Ignatius nodded. He was simply happy that the two of them agreed and to have solid ground beneath his feet already meant something. At least he wasn't wandering through the back country with lots and lots of armor on his back, that would hurt him in th…

Ignatius had never heard of these creatures for as long as he was alive, not as a real world plague at least. All he knew of them were fables and the fact that they hardly ever were satiated with what they had, and that was how far his knowledge went. Was he satisfied with that? No. And it didn't seem like they were going to have a history lesson on beast anatomy either, not while he stood there and gauged his surroundings with a keen eye - Azrael went off as he was told, and Ignatius simply sni…

Azrael led and Ignatius just let himself be paraded around - it wasn't actually too easy to stay put and silent, too - he had fifty things he wanted to ask and seven-hundred of those things were questions that he'd have about the current situation, and then fifty more about some other things, like, why they were actually doing this, right here and now, and if Azrael believed he'd be rewarded for things if he kept up the good work. For one, the priest thought he'd make strides in his contract and…

As they now walked towards the village at a snails pace, Ignatius was left to wonder what was happening - he couldn't quite gauge the reality of everything just yet, but as he tried to, he wondered if this would get any worse. "So, it used to be aflame." And they were perhaps a day too late to see it? That had to be some sort of sick joke. From here on, they only had today left to actually reach the next monastery, but they still had more than enough time to actually get there. Would they involv…

Ignatius didn't figure that any sort of jig was up, not even when he woke up and definitely not when he was barely functioning himself. Being awake had its detriments, all of which were easily explained away, time and time again, only to crop up in much larger margins after the fact. Was there something that he'd missed, or was he simply having a bit too much fun? Oh, Ignatius couldn't even tell, not even during his morning prayer - he ought to get it out of the way lest someone else started thi…

Cecil was happy to hear that, really, as he was sure that the night could have gone completely differently. Either way, it didn't turn out to be that way and the moment he heard that Logan was having a grand old time, he was happy, too. "If you say that, that makes me happy to hear.", the prince waffled about. Was he truly happy? Apparently so, but worse than that, he even enjoyed the food that he had gotten out of that interaction - Eddie didn't feel like eating, which was okay, but the next th…

As the sun set he eventually lost his ability to see his canvas - he could make a light if he wanted to and he’d know better than to ask Azrael, yet decided against it as he figured that there was nothing lost if he just slept through it and continued on tomorrow. As Azrael seemed to be done mending his clothes, and done being awake, Ignatius got up and put his things away again - for a moment, he considered cuddling with Njeri, but then came to the conclusion that the valiant steed was warrante…

He'd believed that some quick banter was in order, but he was shot down immediately, much like a falcon would be hit by a stray arrow at time. In a way, it saddened him, but it was both of their faults anyway. Alright then. Even as he was denied a story, he simply sighed and got back up - he dragged his socks over the forest floor to get back to the saddlebags and grab the piece of charcoal and the paper from earlier. He'd occupy himself, then, that would work either way. Why pester someone that…

Ignatius nibbled away on both meat and cheese that he'd taken - perhaps, he felt much like a little mouse in that moment and was just doing what he needed to do to not incite another discussion between him and Azrael. If he didn't eat, he'd be a liability, so he could at least afford to not eat and make everything work for him and in his favor. That was what he figured it would be anyhow; he just didn't know how he'd get it all to work for him. As Ignatius wondered about perhaps the most simple …

Ignatius wanted to know what was wrong with him, but he could only guess - there was no way he was actually being shunned for being a priest right now, and even if he was, he wanted Ignatius to tell him that to his face, as absurd as it sounded. Why were differences like these even a thing? Perhaps if no faith existed, they could all peacefully coexist, but then again, that would mean that having faith in itself was the issue here and Ignatius didn't really think that this was the key to it. So,…

There was a bunch of things that Azrael said that were so far out there, Ignatius just pretended he’d not heard them in the first place. Why was it upon him to interact with this man and make decisions that went against all that he believed in? To him, this was bizarre and every waking moment that he spent toiling through the pearly gates that he didn’t recognize, he felt as if he was making one mistake after the other. How far could he go, and worse, how far would all of this go if he let it? I…

“What? What do you hunters even do when you get older then? Die or retire? I mean, you’re living proof that 22 isn’t the cut-off, but there has to be more than just you, then?” It was odd to say the least. Ignatius wanted and needed to know what was going on - it sounded like some sort of ploy that had gone completely wrong or maybe even a congregation of people that knew what they were doing and that also, fairly surely, was aware that after a certain point, you just grew too weary. But even th…

Hearing that out of the hunters mouth, well, it was quite odd. "25? I thought you'd be older than that, maybe it's the hair coupled with the experience." Ignatius would recommend him to everyone that he knew, if he could, that was - unfortunately for him, there was no such thing - he had no friends, and even if there were any that he perceived as such, they'd have neither the need nor the funds for a man like that. Wasn't that sad? He thought of it as such, regardless of what it truly was. Perha…

This man was so secretive, he didn't even know what to make of him. On one hand, Ignatius wanted nothing more than to understand him and have a travelling companion that would teach him the ways of the world that he was yet to learn, on the other hand, perhaps it was better to keep each other at an arms length. In truth, it was hard to say - the outcome wasn't always supposed to reflect everything at all, and even then, one could guess their relationship by simply looking at them, he was fairly …

Their conversation was something to behold for sure - Ignatius would almost say that he was having fun, and if it wasn't that, he was at least not having a bad time. In a way, he liked to hear about who Azrael was and who he'd maybe be if not for the things that shaped him in his life, and yet, there was no way to say that for sure. All that the two of them knew was, that they were who they are because it just so happened to be the case, no? And for that, Ignatius couldn't shun anyone and he nev…

“People and their ways of life are just fundamentally different often times, that much I know and that much I ought to respect. And still, you aren’t wrong. Perhaps they just think better of themselves, and when it’s all in their head, they don’t even know they’re already dead.” Before anything even started, too. There was no sense or semblance in some peoples actions, especially if they thought too high and mighty of themselves. Happiness came and went, often times at the very least, and Ignati…