The horseman took measurements and weighed the value of many local substances, trying to find the souce of piousness.
"What is this? one of the many lost souls here to appeal their destruction?.....excellent!" the horseman said, seeing top hat walk outside. he took to horseback again and stared down the new adversary.
"Who be the mortal that stands in the presence of Pestilence, and does not bargin for his life?" Pestilence announced, cracking his nine tailed whip.