[ Trevor nods, falling into step. Outside of the church, the crowd is quickly turning into a mob. Some of those who ran have returned with things that make them feel braver. Weapons. Friends. Fire. Trevor's pace increases to overtake Adrian, and for a moment it looks like he's going to bolt after all. ]
Drop your weapons. You won't be harmed.
[ He doesn't run, only moves to stand between Adrian and the crowd. He has to trust what-may-or-may-not-be-a-vampire to keep his word in order for that to be true, and that leaves him uneasy. But there's little alternative. It's difficult to trust the vampire not to attack the people of the crowd. It's impossible to trust him not to attack someone who attempts to make the first blow. His voice sounds detached again. Rehearsed, almost, as if this situation could ever have happened before. But there's enough authority in it, enough understanding among the crowd that he is one of the bishop's men, that most of the crowd comply. Most.
Rocks are being thrown from somewhere. None hit, but one comes uncomfortably close to striking Lisa. ]
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Drop your weapons. You won't be harmed.
[ He doesn't run, only moves to stand between Adrian and the crowd. He has to trust what-may-or-may-not-be-a-vampire to keep his word in order for that to be true, and that leaves him uneasy. But there's little alternative. It's difficult to trust the vampire not to attack the people of the crowd. It's impossible to trust him not to attack someone who attempts to make the first blow. His voice sounds detached again. Rehearsed, almost, as if this situation could ever have happened before. But there's enough authority in it, enough understanding among the crowd that he is one of the bishop's men, that most of the crowd comply. Most.
Rocks are being thrown from somewhere. None hit, but one comes uncomfortably close to striking Lisa. ]