Dismas glanced at the sheriff. He couldn't understand why the Lord trusted this man so much, but the Lord had always been accurate in judging people. Come to think of it, he himself had been in a similar position.
Without saying much, he simply nodded slightly, acknowledging the diligent sheriff, and then followed him.
"Knock three times on the door later. Don't look up or speak proactively; just enter as soon as the door opens. Be aware, there might be something wrong with the air. When I make my move, you follow suit.
When the time comes, don't hold back. Use your gun if necessary. If something feels off, get close to me immediately. Don't get greedy for damage," Lance whispered.
Heretics differed from bandits; their methods were bizarre. To expand their ranks, they surely had a leader like a Priest, so sorcery was to be expected, though the specifics remained unknown.
With Sanctuary, I'm immune to sorcery, but Dismas isn't. Guarding against that is paramount.
