Ludo sighed, in his experience the clergy were more about process being followed than taking action, they had just been told that a dangerous wizard was in their midst, yet they still wanted to question Maruc about his order. He fidgeted with frustration. Casually looking around he noticed that the guards were relaxed and that the shutters on the window were open to allow a cool breeze to flow through the hall. Lowering his backpack, he placed it against the wall next to a window and then stood and faced the ongoing proceedings. He figured that if things started to go badly, he would leap through the window and make himself scarce to come back and attempt a rescue later. Still he mused, if it wasn’t for the stubbornness of Feldard and Maruc then they would not be in this mess in the first place.
“Your Holiness, I have the pleasure of serving our Lord Halav, as you can see from my garb.” Maruc said carefully, this was a can of worms that must remain closed. “He has, as my companions will attest, guided our path vanquishing the evil that haunts this land. In His infinite wisdom he has guided us to you. Halav is wise and has placed us before you that we might be in a position to aid each other. True there are ecumenical differences between our beliefs but now is not the time to explore them. The laughter of our enemies will be our reward if we indulge in theological debate. However worthy.” Maruc had remained kneeling. “Needless to say I am not under your direct command from a religious perspective but whilst I am within your dioceses, I shall respect your customs and traditions and observe your laws. However roughly instituted by less devout people.” Maruc’s eyes swiveled to the rude sergeant. “And far-be-it to gainsay your loyal servant I am before you unarmed as your rules dictate. With the greatest respect your Holiness do we have your permission to rid your city of this foul wizard?”
Stephan stood at the back in a cold sweat. The priest was giving way too many details.
“By Xanathon!” he muttered to Feldard. “So much for stealth. We’re swiveling into doom, here.”
“Quiet!” barked Arthol.
The curate coolly turned his attention on the woodsman at the back. “Have you something to say, traveler?”
“Oh Haav…”, Stephan said sotto voice. He cleared his throat. “Beg, pardon, sir. I was only saying to my friend here, that we are happy to comply with your laws and hoping to find some good eats around here. Heh, heh.”
Stephan’s attempt at humor fell flat. The chambre was silent.
“Um, well. It’s just that I’ve heard Threshold has some mighty fine victuals. Da. And, um, drink!” He smiled, trying to alleviate the tension. “Da”, he faltered. “I’ll just be quiet, m’lord.” Stephan wished he could shrink to a mouse at that moment and run into a hole.
Ludo cringed, this was going badly.
The dwarf took position a step or two beside and just slightly behind the priest as Maruc greeted the Clerical Council.
Feldard couldn’t care less about stealth or subterfuge. But in truth, he didn’t understand why Maruc was offering up so much detail and seeking permission to go after Golthar. All Feldard had wanted was to be able to carry his axe about town, just like a swordsman was allowed to carry his sword. It was a simple enough request.. fair in fact.
The dwarf kept silent as he watched the priests reaction to Maruc’s request. Good thing to, given the guards reaction to Stephan’s quiet whisper. He remain quiet until he was spoken too.
Miklos realized that Maruc fully trusted the priestly elder. On the one hand he felt oddly pleased that some honesty was about in the world and he hoped Sherlane would respond kindly. Or Maruc was desperately indoctrinated to believe all clergy were as honest and forthright as he was. The mage saw that Maruc was leaning on the obvious mistrust the Clerical court seemed to hold against Magic Users. Miklos thought Maruc was treading a fine line. But it might pay off, he hoped for all their sakes it did. The patriarch might even allow them their weapons back…. or better might lend them the aid of the local militia? Even careful to keep a low profile Miklos kept his ears open and hid beside Lucius.
The elder cleared his throat and spoke. “I am familiar with the bizarre beliefs held by those of you in the Cult of Halav. There are many that regard all in your order as insane. You say there is a there is a threat inside our city walls—a rogue mage on the loose, is it? As you have noted, we have laws that deal with magecraft, and we are well equipped to deal with those who break the law.” He nodded in acknowledgment to Arthol, who grunted in satisfaction. “We also do not tolerate vigilantism. Frankly, I am tempted to have you escorted directly out of town.”