Father Jerad was the man Odin was searching for, a simple priest of the Illumin church, and he needed a hand dealing with the sick and wounded. Apparently there was some kind of illness going around that was rendering people ill and in need of care. To keep it from spreading, they were brought to the priest and to the Kardia Cathedral, because for some reason everyone thought that illnesses and death could be cured with a prayer and 'a little faith'. These people kept Odin in a constant state of rolling his eyes, but luckily he didn't actually have eyeballs anymore so he didn't have to worry about being noticed. He chuckled slightly as he started making his way towards the cathedral. These were the kinds of people -the people of faith that were too naïve to accept reality- that the church loved and Odin loathed. They were the reason he was evil, and the reason he didn't particularly care if they died, happily taking their lives and sending them to their God that would solve all their problems. And yet, despite all that, he was about to help heal the sick. If anything, dead sick people could join his army of undead and help him take Magnolia as his own and destroy the place, but no, that could be another day. For today, he would just have to go around and give medicine to the sick and dying, and let Illumin deal with the rest.
As Odin walked through the town, the fact that he was heading for the cathedral, the whispers of the populace were ridiculous. Some of the things he was being called, it was like the emperor's decree hadn't reached any of their ears, and instead they were happy just to call Odin such terrible names. If he cared at all, he might've actually been offended.
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