"How can you say I'm not Alaric Keenreaver? Do you know him?" Alaric asked.
It was his fault really, he rarely came to Havenbrook and when he did come for the occasional visits, he barely showed his face. Except for the Magistrate, not many people know him in this City.
Captain Nash and his men jerked to a stop and his eyes narrowed. "It's not possible," his voice said flatly. "He was confirmed dead by the Holy Church and Hunter's Association."
Alaric's mouth twisted. "Of course the two organizations, but do you see the bodies? How can you be sure he's dead? I died?"
Veins stood out against the Captain's head. "Are you disrespecting the dead? The poor boy has suffered enough! Let him rest in peace and we don't have to see the bodies. Will you look for the monster's bellies to fish it out?"