Miklos shook his head and he smiled. If one could smile in a rhetorical fashion, this was it. He turned to the others “Ahh, I seems my idea has only partially succeeded. Still I shall continue though.”The Mage returned his gaze to the Siswa Guard. “Forgive me my friend, indeed you are correct. I and my friends have been mistakenly accused of being enemies of the Siswa. This was all a great misunderstanding. We have arrived hoping to seek an audience with the Rahib. We have a surprise information for him that may have an effect on his plans. We sort him out only to discover that he had accidentally assumed we were raiding the temple. Which naturally couldn’t be further from our minds. As we have been… err… ‘out of the picture’ we are not up with current events. Would you please tell us what has been happening here these past few weeks?”
“The Rahib has come to lead the Siswa,” the elf spoke like an automaton. “He is a great man.”
The priest turned his attention to the guardsman as he spoke. Noticing the familiar gazed expression, his heart sank. Still, it was encouraging that both charms seem to be in effect. Perhaps, he could lead them to the Rahib.
“Could you lead us to the Rahib so we can deliver our…surprise?” Maruc asked.
“The Rahib appears to us before the altar in the Great Temple of the Siswa,” he answered, indicating the large room from which the group had narrowly escaped with their lives.
Feldard reloaded his crossbow and then roved once more keeping watch at the hallway intersections, occasionally glancing over towards Miklos and his Siswa ‘friend’.
As the twice-bespelled Elf had come to, Saeth had stepped back, concerned that too many strange faces—or ones he’d met in battle—would undo Miklos’ little charm. Along with the Dwarf (though carefully on the opposite side of the gathering), she kept watch up and down the hall, waiting for Miklos to provide a direction.