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by waysoftheearth » Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:18 pm
waysoftheearth wrote:
The Deacon seems a tad grumpy; perhaps due to his age?
"I know who you are, young miss," he Deacon state harshly, eyes on Josiane, "And your fable does not impress me overly. We are not entirely bereft of news, even out here in the Hinterlands,".
He coughs, then his gaze upon Dorgan.
"Holy water is not made lightly, master Dwarf," he grumbles, "Nor is it the work of a single Man. Thrice must the three prayers be uttered in unison by three Holy mediums to bless water."
"The blessing would take some hours," admits Denim.
The Deacon moves stiffly over to the alter an gazes forlornly at the simple silver bowl, and the small water it contains, wheezing grumpily.
"These hinterlands are a boorish parish," he gravels, "What meager civilities we have won dangle precariously, threatened at every turn by evil doers, greedy Men, wicked rumour and those who would spread them... all these things we face."
He pauses to cough violently before casting a penetrating eye over Josiane. His gaze lingers on her for a long while before he continues...
"If Holy water will placate you folk," he grumbles, "Then Denim here and his Brothers will perform the blessings,"
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]