Saul could not help but to feel at bit more at ease now that his former fiends weren't going to have to die by his hand. The gods had seen it fit to send a slayer of their own to aid him in his plight, and whoever this man was didn't matter. He had done the deed and seeing that he saw these people as heathens, he belonged to the same faith as Saul.
"They were indeed heathens. That is why I came here in the first place. You have done me a great service today, stranger, for I came here to kill these people myself. They were once friends of mine, but then they turned on the faith and so I had to do something about it. I thank you for lifting that burden of my shoulders."
He bowed slightly and then turned to leave.
"Now I must go. There is another heathen that must die by my hand, and this one I do not want to miss out on. Farewell."
Saul watched the skies for a moment and decided that there wouldn't be any rain, after all. Another good sign; the heavens shed no tears for traitors to the faith. The old woman couldn't have gotten far, and with any luck he would be able to catch up with her later along the road.
Dark Elf wrote:
Facebook must have been designed with stalkers in mind.