[Quiet Man Cometh]

Among the strewn rocks of the plateau Melania watched the three men engage, her eyes on the solitary black wing that fluttered among the flashing blades. There was a quiet rustle behind her.

“The Lord of Death stands neutral in this matter?”

Melania turned to see Razael approach from the rocks. She considered him for a moment, then turned back to the fight.

“Such a weapon should not be allowed to exist.”

“It’s not the weapon. It’s the god inside.” He stepped lightly over the rocks to stand next to her. “Why did you come, if you did not intend to fight?”

“I wanted to see for myself.” She glanced sideling at him. “I saw you at the funeral. You don’t like what he’s doing.”

“No.”

“Then why don’t you stop him?”

Razael paused for a long moment. “I can’t say he’s wrong.”