༺̶ ̶ʙ̶ ̶ᴏ̶ ̶ʀ̶ ̶ɴ̶ ̶ ̶ɪ̶ ̶ɴ̶ ̶ ̶ᴛ̶ ̶ʜ̶ ̶ᴇ̶ ̶ ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴀ̶ ̶ᴡ̶ ̶ɴ̶ ̶༻̶

"The Red Paladins waded into the mob to single out targets for torture. Nimue watched as family and friends clawed over one another to avoid the paladins' reach. There were more screams as children were pried from their mothers' grips.

Unmoved, Father Carden stepped down from the wagon and crossed the muddy road to a tall and broad-shouldered monk in gray. His cheeks were lean beneath his cowl, and strange black birthmarks were blotted around his eyes and ran down his face like streaming tears of ink."