"The priest will provide us with holy water." Tarquin stated with an awfully chipper tone. "Now we'll just wait for him to provide us with the goods and then we can be on our way to do some hunting." He adjusted his hair slightly and smirked. "Maybe I'll get a chance to write a song about all this."
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Tarquin again smiled his charming and warm little smile. "Splendid, splendid. Holy water will help us greatly. Now, good priest, I shall wait over there with the rest of our group." He nudged his head towards the group before turning on his heels. "Oh, and priest? If we cannot banish the beast you'd better look for a better place for a monastery." The tall elf added as a kind of an afterthought before heading to the rest of the group.
The little funloving spark dissapeared for a brief moment from Tarquin's eyes as he stared the priest in the eyes. "I would just love to stay and chat about theology with you, priest. The gods of my homeland would most likely be most facinating to you. Now, I suggest you get us some holy water cor dealing with the beast. I can assure you that if the beast isn't dealt with swiftly there will be no one left for you to convert." The tall elf smiled a rather unnerving smile to the priest. "Do you understand what I am trying to say to you, or should I be more blunt, lotha nesst?"
OwO NuuuH! *squirm, fleeeee*
I am way too preoccupied with eating pancakes at the moment.
S-shush you!
Tarquin shrugged his shoulders to the priest and smiled politely. "I have sought salvation through many a god and goddess. Be they in heavens, or dark pits. None have provided me with neither salvation nor guidance." He lifted his hands apologetically and managed the most solemn expression ever to his face. "Now, of course fair Justicia might be a different matter all together, Father. There might still be room in my heart for guidance." The tall elf paused for a moment and then continued. "Alas, my list of sins is far too many for any divine being to take them under their wings, it all started with my brother you see, he is a rather bad influence on people - a great hero, but a bit of a ruffian." He paused for a moment to stare to the distance and then examined the priest in a most peculiar manner. "You would not happen to possess any holy water would you? Or perhaps powdered silver? It could really help us rid this poor poor area of at least a part of it's sins."
Now if the priest is a cleric instead of being just a normal priest he'd might be able to notice there is something just a little bit odd about the elf.
"I think I'll have a quick word with the priest." Tarquin stated and headed up to Father Beacom. "Good tidings to you, priest. How goes the morning?" He inquired politely and made a little bow.
Tarquin followed after the others calmly, again resting his right hand on the pommel of his rapier. "Yes." His short answer was obviously directed to Eve behind who the elf was already standing. "So, we'll look for the girl's family and then go hunting? Oh, if only my brother was here, he's the best tracker I know. I got a few stories of his exploits if you want to hear them at some point."
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