"Are you alright?" An oddly inflected voice asked from behind him. He turned to find himself face to face with a thrice damned Templar. The very last person in the world he wanted to see. "I asked are you alright?" He said again in that uncouth, Christian way.
"I am fine," he replied stiffly. Sure, in that instant, that the Templar knew. He could feel the sweat beading on his brow.
"That man took something from you as he went by." He checked himself, sure enough finding his pockets empty. A louder, far more vehement curse escaped his lips. Well at least if the Templar did know, he would find nothing. "Fear not," the Templar told him, placing a hand on his sword hilt, "I shall find him and return your property to you."
"That really is not neccessary," he began, his anxiety turning into full blown panic. But the infernal Christian Knight was already moving away. He cursed for a third time and made to follow after. He became suddenly aware of a presence behind him. Only the briefest hint of a large, hooded man standing close enough that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck.
"Hush now. can you hear the Angels?" The man said softly into his ear, and all was dark.
