To say that you were being approached with caution was an understatement. You were a warrior yes but this was a little much even for you, people were looking at you with wonder and fear while you walked through town on your horse.

People were whispering and talking when you put your horse in a stall and pat his neck before going to check into the motel right next door.

The night was restless with weird dreams and strange thoughts but morning came like every other morning and you trudged out of bed, got dressed and went back into town.

“See! I told you, it’s the Angel of Deaths child.” Someone whispered, loudly enough you heard while reaching into an animal pen to rub one of the sheep’s heads.

“You idiot, no! That’s the Siren’s messenger.” Someone else whispered, Jesus Christ was this going to be going on the entire day?

“I thought she worshipped the Sunshine?” a little girl whispered, her mother shook her head. “She looks like a worshipper of Blood and Justice.”

You rolled your eyes, continuing to look through town and buy a few things, being a known warrior who worshipped the entirety of ‘The Family’ was an interesting experience.