In front of the church construction site, a long line stretched from the edge of the wooden platform all the way to the muddy road in the distance.
People crowded together, craning their necks, waiting for the aroma of bread to become food in their hands.
Velin and Tristan walked along the side of the line.
Their arrival sent a ripple through the crowd.
The workers recognized their lord. The sound of their hushed conversations died abruptly. Some instinctively shrank back, their gazes shifting away.
Velin paid them no mind.
He observed the expressions on the people's faces and watched the Priest's assistants distributing the bread with practiced movements and pious looks.
Fabian stood on the high platform, having just finished the morning prayer. He saw Velin, his expression unchanging, but Velin could detect a certain stiffness in the man's posture.
'It was the smugness of a Hunter watching his prey walk into a trap.'
