LubeiHe crosses his arms in lieu of any other salute, nodding firmly. The scowl above his eyes doesn't look any less like it belongs there, but it nearly shakes itself off for an instant, before settling. It is inquisitory but his response is even and clear.
"Think nothing of it. I am Lubei. I've come on behalf of the Seraph of the Fourth Rome, along with her handpicked subordinates. Her wish is to recover this devastated town, and place it under her watchful dominion."
He thinks to mention what precipipated it, the recent event that bled this already withered area further. But if she has been here, she would have noticed already. What comfort can he offer?
"If you have questions, the others will help answer them," Lubei says, turning to the direction he came. He looks to make sure there is space left between them. Her movements are decisive, honed, but strangely careful. Restrained.
The greeting that was waiting for him feels knitted with thorns, and Lubei takes it like a boar running through a hedge.
"I was starting to consider getting a group ready and tracking you down. Where have you been?"
The severe-faced woman stares at him with eyes more like a dead fish than ones that belong in a living human. Red, like her hair, but betraying little on their own. Clawed nailguards tap against her forearm impatiently, and they make her more resemble a student of the dark arts than a nun.
Her name is Raisa. Derived after a certain kind of flower, as provided by a single friendly face who spoke out from her entourage earlier. Lubei holds back a scoff.
"Performing the task I was assigned, as agreed," he responds."There wasn't any trace of the creatures. Physical or spiritual. It took longer because I was surveying for survivors willing to come now."
Lubei tries to move past her, to lead the girl to the building the other nuns have commandeered, a tall-windowed, gray-walled community center of some description, which has acquired a thin stream of population headed in, and a handful of female guards around every cardinal direction. But a clammy hand clamps around his upper arm, tugging him back with more than mortal strength towards an untrusting face.
"Hold it. What about her? Is she human?" The nun asks. Flakes of snow fall from the bridge of Lubei's nose and his furrowing brows when he rumbles his answer back. "Why does that matter?"
This time, she flashes her teeth in a sneer. "Because some demons eat humans."