Intersecting with the group, Maels observed the streams of tears that leaked out of the boy's eyes as the four men responded to his presence with deep bows and formal greetings. Once the formalities had been exchanged, he turned his gaze on the oldest of the four, a kind-faced man with cunning eyes, and spoke in a neutral tone.
"Daven. Was it you lot that injured the boy?"
"Boy?" Visibly confused, Daven stumbled with his response. "If you mean this demon spawn, then yes, it was us. He had the nerve to curse Lucian in our presence, so it was only natural for us to teach this heathen a proper lesson."
Something about the bruises that covered the child's body left a bad feeling in Maels's stomach. Kneeling down to get a proper look at him, he couldn't help but feel pity at the poor lot that the youth had drawn in life. Resting a hand on the boy's small back, he activated an advanced healing spell that quickly erased all signs of injury on the pale, slightly emaciated body before him.
