Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-5583506-20170728013235

Preacher joined up by his side and gazed over the ridge. Gait and Preacher would find that the quarry was crowded with what looked like some sort of peasant rally, only that the flags they were waving was anything but welcoming. They carrying the symbol of the Heroes' Guild, the dragon curled up into a circle biting its own tail, only that this symbol was surrounded by flames.

Preacher groaned. "Out of all days we had to train here on, we had to pick the one where Mankind's Finest are spouting their hatred."

Mankind's Finest was a faction composed of disgruntled commoners and religious fanatics who regarded the heroic trait and all who possessed it as something unnatural, something impure. A few decades ago they had been the laughing stock of Tamriel, but ever since the Great Conflict, which they held the guild to blame for, they had been growing in numbers rapidly. Though outlawed, labeled as a criminal faction, guards rarely carried out their duties in order to arrest them. Maybe because they sympathized with them? A lot of people certainly did, and Preacher didn't like the idea of mass hysteria spreading that these students of his, these children, were the monsters Mankind's Finest portrayed them to be.

But because they were labeled as a criminal faction, the Heroes' Guild was certainly allowed to act in whichever way they saw fit against them, as long as it produced non-lethal results.

Preacher began to think. "Let me go down and talk with them. Maybe we could... settle this peacefully. If not..." He glanced over to the students. "Do you think they are ready? They've certainly been trained enough to know how to handle a couple of thugs with pitchforks and torches."

"Something is not right", Bethany stated, taking note of how gently Gait and Preacher proceeded.