We walked to the temple and I have to say I was impressed at
its size... It was a large building set up on a hill made from stone and
whitewashed wood. We entered through large double doors Brother James ringing
the bell just to the side of it to announce our arrival. We were ushered inside
and I was struck by how austere and severe it was... it seems that Brother
James has truly found his vocation just as surely I have found mine. An acolyte
pestered him for his robe saying how he would have it cleaned and returned to
him the following morning and Brother James explained that we were in a hurry
to meet with Abbott Bathro, leader of the Pholtan church here in Tristor. On
seeing the map the Abbott confirmed our suspicions regarding its contents and
said he would present it to the ruling council. Our brief meeting completed we
hurried back to the Inn just in time to avoid
the curfew and all that missing the deadline would entail.
The
night passed uneventfully unless of course you count Bohun's prodigious snoring... and after fulfilling my devotions I washed and
dressed before making my way downstairs for breakfast. I had hardly finished
before Brother James returned from his night within the confines of the temple.
We decided between us that we should visit the Constable to find out what he
knew. He spoke about the mutilations and when I asked him about the Rhenee
curse he said much the same as Istella did, that the Rhenee were hung from the
tree outside of town after some of the townsfolk were killed by bad medicine.
But that this had all happened just before he had arrived in town. He
suggested that we speak again to the Abbott as he was here when this all
occurred.
While
he was speaking I happened to hear a growing hubbub outside and decided to
investigate what was happening. Using my stature to my advantage I made my way
to the front of the crowd that had gathered to find a young lad covered in
drying blood. I got the townsfolk to give him some space by invoking the power
of Brother James’ fearful countenance... It is lucky for me that they do not
yet realise how gentle a soul he really is!
he
lad told us his tale, a sad story about how his father had heard their animals
making a rumpus and had gone to investigate. The barn the animals were in
exploded just as he arrived and took the brunt of the debris and flame from the
eruption. The Boy and his mother managed to get the good fellow back to Tristor
and took him straight to the temple... Such a sad story, I truly feel for the
family. The crowd started clamouring for us to do something and again Brother
James had his desired calming effect on the people.
We
took the boy back to the temple so that he could be with his family just in
case the man took a turn for the worse. The good lady Salford
gave us directions to their place and we set off immediately... We would move
so much more quickly if Bohun and Brother James would ride I mentioned this to
them but they both just gave me funny looks, more so when I suggested they ask
to borrow some horses. Strange folk these humans...
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