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"So, look who we have here."
Torren turned to the side, recognizing Elon's voice. "What do you want?"
The young flyer gave him an unpleasant smile. "We're doing our duty to our God, as we should. Though I very much doubt it is what you're doing."
Torren glanced upward toward the nearest spire looking for the guard but found the spot empty.
One of the four laughed. "Tyo, I think he's looking for you."
Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the one directly behind him was wearing armor and was armed. He cursed quietly to himself. He had the knife in his boot, but it would be hard to reach it in such close quarters. "I ask you again, what is it you want?"
"I've already told you," Elon said, smiling widely, "we're here to do El's work." The smile died. "You may think you've fooled everyone, but you're wrong. Some of those old fools may be willing to believe anything just to allay their fears, but there are those of us who'd rather reveal the truth instead."
