>Father C grumbles at the woman as she asks him about his darkstones. He wracked his brain, trying to put two and two together about the relation between darkstones and sales. Suddenly it clicked and a massive grin spread across the man’s face.
>”Gogan florfo brety buruud!” the preacher exclaimed to the woman in a deranged manner as he dashed to sell his darkstones and then see if he had enough money to buy the mutant horse of his dreams.
EDIT: Whoops! Didn’t see all the new stuff. This is supposed to be a reply for day 2
(In response to soldiers on day one)
>Father C, on his way to buy a nice hat, sees the soldiers just like everyone else. While Father C isn’t one to go out of his way to do much, he feels a bregrudging moral obligation to help the soldiers.