[Open] Horsing around

[stableman]

WHO: Detlef and anyone
WHAT: Stable things, unstable things, the works.
WHEN: The days after the guy got his throat slit
WHERE: Guess. There's a clue two lines above this.
NOTES: None come to mind atm.

For years Detlef has been quietly proud about using the vice in secret, about what he can do with it, about who he is with it. Shepherds have come and burned people, he's been fine. Sermons have been preached, he couldn't care less. So why is this one death shaking him? Whatever it is, it means that for once Detlef's actually being a bit reclusive and hanging out at the stables with the animals and plants.

On the other hand, it also means that when someone drops by the stables there's a fire in the hearth, probably soup in the pot, and definitely cats lounging nearby.

Comments

[stableman]

"Butchers get used to killing animals, I guess," he says slowly. He'd never really thought about it, about killing so many times that it doesn't get to you. Or even seeing killings so many times. Were Shepherds like that? They'd killed so many times that it didn't bother them? Or did they ever care in the first place?

"And I don't..." he sighs. How does he say this safely? "It never seems like the Profane they catch and kill are able to toss off a spell like that. Otherwise, how would a Shepherd catch and hold them?"

[pestler]

"I dunno." Finian chews his lower lip. "...but I guess I've never met a Profane, so I don't really know what they'd be capable of."
It's said completely without irony: as far as he's concerned, their powers would be so visible, so evil, that their Profanity would be unmistakable.

"Anyway, I better get to the shop." His smile returns, genuine as ever. "I hope today's better for you. Take care of him, Sneak." The cat gets a scratch behind the ears.

[stableman]

You've met at least two, Detlef thinks but knows full well not to say. He likes Finian. The last thing he wants to do is scare the guy. Or get himself killed.

"Thank you, Finian." He returns the smile; Finian might have the most returnable smile in the village, if not even further. "If you ever want to spend time with the Lord, or the horses, or me for that matter, you know where to find us."