Marred listened to Alala nodded his head occasionally but not responding otherwise. He didn't have much to say on the matter. It was more of a non-issue for him but he supposed so people cared about segregation and that sort of thing.
At any rate, they soon arrived at the church. Marred, opened the door, "Father?" he said, not quite yelling but loud enough that his voice carried through out the churh.
"Yes, child" the older man said coming out from a cloister where he had been reading scripture. He noticed Alala, "Who is the young miss?"
"Alala." Marred said flatly, "She just arried from the city of werefolk doesn't have any place to live. Do you think she could stay here until she finds someplace?"
"Of course, child." Father Carmile said,"however, this place is not fit for a girl to live in, I will try to find someone else who might be able to offer a better bed." He bowed to Alala, "I hope you will suffer this place until I am able to find something better."
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