Garridan is not surprised by Layne's reaction as he has little patience for this priest. "Jhonas, I think you'll be taking us to see the head priest now, he suggests.
Kaylayne looks around for more foes, rock in hand and ready to throw. She is clearly not happy. She turns her ire to Jhonas.
"F!&~ that and f!&$ you! You stood by and let them try to rob us! And now you ask that we don't do anything?!" Kaylayne walks up to Jhonas' face. "WHAT THE F@*~ IS WRONG WITH YOU!? IS THIS WHAT YOUR GOD TEACHES!?!"
Kaylayne looks ready to slap the 'priest', but holds herself back.
"Gimme one g+%@+%n reason why I wouldn't end these thug's lives and another for why I shouldn't end yours. I came here seeking council, someone who wanted help...and you gave me war. I will *NOT* allow others to suffer the same fate. I WILL NOT!"
Jhonas collapses under the weight of Kaylayne's words. From the floor he weeps, "I don't know what you're talking about! Please don't hurt me!"
Garridan is not surprised by Layne's reaction as he has little patience for this priest. "Jhonas, I think you'll be taking us to see the head priest now", he suggests.
His shaky hand peeks out from the ball and points up the stairs behind him, "He's up there, just don't kill us. Please!"
The party makes their way up the stairs behind the quivering priest. A simple timber partition splits this room into two bedrooms, each furnished with a modest bed, a plain writing desk and chair, a wardrobe, and a bookcase. The room to the west hosts a collection of empty wine bottles, while the one to the east is fastidiously organized.
In the back portion (with the wine bottles) an elderly priest lies in bed, clearly ill. His skin is ashen and sweaty, his eyes sunken. It is clear that someone has been caring for him though - there is a cold-compress on his forehead and the room is clean.
Garridan approaches the bed and examines the old man. "Looks like he might be hungover," he concludes as he shrugs his shoulders.
At Garridans diagnosis Ederin rolls his eyes.
"'ts always booze with you soakers! Let me see him."
"Actually you might be right, mate"
""I don't know what you're talking about! Please don't hurt me!"
Nope. Nope. Nopenopenope. NOPE! NEVER AGAIN!
Kaylayne stands for a moment, realizing the priest is either complicit or an accomplice...or very very stupid. It angers her even more.
She draws her dagger as she walks to the body of Beltias. She (attempts to, unless stopped) drives her dagger around the man's neck. Then she does the same to Garspheal, then Badeye.
With each slice more tears of rage, regret, and sadness drip from her face and onto the bodies of thugs.
Never again. NEVER!
While others go upstairs, she sobs on the Church floor.
Kaylayne stands for a moment, realizing the priest is either complicit or an accomplice...or very very stupid. It angers her even more.
She draws her dagger as she walks to the body of Beltias. She (attempts to, unless stopped) drives her dagger around the man's neck. Then she does the same to Garspheal, then Badeye.
With each slice more tears of rage, regret, and sadness drip from her face and onto the bodies of thugs.
Never again. NEVER!
While others go upstairs, she sobs on the Church floor.
The bard gathers the loot and wonders about the key. When he's about to ask, he sees Layne...
Dimitrio stands dumbfounded while Kaylayne slices into the fallen thugs. Obviously something I don't know
He then raises his hands in front of the woman with the bloody dagger in a non-threatening way, "Ok, Layne? Anything I can do?"
While waiting for the rest of the group to arrive, and wondering more than a bit what's taking them so long, Ederin begins searching through the room looking for anything that may counter their hangover theory.
"Ok, Layne? Anything I can do?"
Kaylayne looks up at Dimitrio, her dagger laying open and ungripped in her hand.
"No. No, apparently there is nothing for me here. Just tell me if the old priest is part of this...and whether I also need to make sure he doesn't allow more evil in church."
Kaylayne sits sniffling, thinking, trying to calm.
The bard goes nowhere and waits for the others to come back from the visit to the priest.
Without letting his guard down, he sits next to the sobbing girl, a distance both close enough to offer comfort if desired but also far enough away to give her space.
Dimitrio waits, a concerned look on his face. Somehow, me worrying about my next dance seems insignificant to what she must be going through.
"Jhonas, I think you'll be taking us to see the head priest now."
Listening to Kaylayne's outburst, he gladdens when Garridan rustles the priest into leading them upstairs to the sick priest. His back turns on what eventually becomes a slaughter floor.
...
Lief shrugs, looking over Garridan's shoulder. "Where's Kaylayne in this? She's the one motivated to speak with this poor soul." Lief looks at Garridan and Ederin with a questioning look.
"Hungover? Seems like he's been hungover for quite some time then." Lief points at the bottles, and waits to see what Caydenite does to assist. "Are you going to do something, Garridan?"
While waiting for the rest of the group to arrive, and wondering more than a bit what's taking them so long, Ederin begins searching through the room looking for anything that may counter their hangover theory.
Ederin finds a fair amount of wine, but no evidence it's been touched in some while (days, maybe weeks). He also finds a pouch of gold, fairly well hidden, among the bottles with 136gp in it. Do you take it? The room is very clean and simple otherwise.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Jhonas continues to blubber to himself and stay on the floor in the hallway a long while - seemingly trying to decide what to do. Eventually he gets up, and facing god knows what inner demons, goes back to the soup line and tries to comfort some of the ‘locals’ there.
Kaylayne and Dimitrio can hear him saying, ”There there, it’ll be all-right. We weathered the last gang, we’ll weather this one too. Just keep the soup coming - it’s all we can do.” He seems strengthened by his faith as he does god’s work for his parish. ”Father Padrick will get better…” he says unconvincingly to the kitchen staff.
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Kaylayne sniffles, looking up at Dimitrio.
"Have you checked on the old priest yet?" Kaylayne asks, another sniffle erupting from her nose. "I've made a mess down here."
She reaches down to the neck of Badeye, checking it for pulse. She does the same for the other two thugs, making sure her work took.
She plaintively ignores Jhonas lest he rouse her ire again and mopes her way upstairs to see what is taking Ederin. She pauses to check on the Old Priest.
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"Drunk, huh? F*##ing useless. Should have known this would fail," Kaylayne says, yet more of her innocence stripped away. "Let's go. There is nothing for me here."
"This wine ain't been touched in a long time actually. He might not be a soggy-plum after all, and this..." Ederin takes the coin purse he found and tosses it into the middle of the room where it lands with a hefty thud and and the clatter of coins, " sounds a bit heavy considerin' I ain't seen a wall that didn't look like it was crumblin' in the this place."
Ederin raises an eyebrow at Kaylayne as she enters the room, he figured her outburst downstairs was just anger at being nearly mugged, but she looked like she'd been crying. Awkwardly, he pats her on the back.
"Love, ain't no one Riddleport hasn't torn down some. Drunk or not we still ain't sure this priest o' yours can't help with whatever it is you needed help with. Let's see if we can't fix him up and get some answers. I didn't get knocked out downstairs just to leave empty handed, anyway."
"Hungover? Seems like he's been hungover for quite some time then." Lief points at the bottles, and waits to see what Caydenite does to assist. "Are you going to do something, Garridan?"
Garridan smiles, "I guess when he sobers up I can ask him if he'd be willing to convert to the Lucky Drunk, he seems to be a natural."
"Love, ain't no one Riddleport hasn't torn down some. Drunk or not we still ain't sure this priest o' yours can't help with whatever it is you needed help with. Let's see if we can't fix him up and get some answers. I didn't get knocked out downstairs just to leave empty handed, anyway."
Lief looks at the late arrivals, frowning a bit when he sees Kaylayne, her eyes redder than they normally are.
"Well, this is certainly one way Riddleport tears folks down, it seems. Poor Kaylayne is grief-stricken for the church's obvious lack of sanctuary, and the needless violence that erupts with no gendarme presence in this part of town." As Ederin brings out the coin pouch, he turns to the guardsman.
"Are you planning on taking that? That's likely the only money this place has to keep itself sustained. We're no good here, unless one priest can heal another of whatever afflicts the old man." Lief looks to Garridan, and waits for the gang to decide on their next course of action.
""I guess when he sobers up I can ask him if he'd be willing to convert to the Lucky Drunk, he seems to be a natural."
"Ederin seems to think those bottles haven't been touched in a while, Garridan. Are you going to continue to cling to your theory that the elderly man, unconscious, has had a hard night of debauchery?"
"Are you planning on taking that? That's likely the only money this place has to keep itself sustained."
"No kid, I ain't in the habit of tossin' sweets on the floor when I plan to keep 'em. Count it up, over a hundred gold coins in that pouch, I'd say they ain't so keen on sustainin' this place as someone is makin' a profit. Maybe keepin' the father here subdued so no one can get righteous on 'em."
"Ederin seems to think those bottles haven't been touched in a while, Garridan. Are you going to continue to cling to your theory that the elderly man, unconscious, has had a hard night of debauchery?"
He considers for a moment, "Well if Ed has diagnosed something else is wrong with the man I'll let Ed and his vast expertise on the subject treat the man." Garridan stalks off to the corner of the room.
Kaylayne sits on the bed next to the priest. She looks down at him, then back to Ederin, then putting her focus back into her hands. She draws a rag and begins to clean her hands, sad and pensive.
"Do you think this is redeemable, Ederin?" Kaylayne says of the old priest. She debates internally whether to get her hopes up or not. She reaches over to examine the priest's eyes and sniff his breath.
"I don't think he's drunk. Nor hungover."
Kaylayne tries to rouse the Ol' Priest. She gently tries to wake him up.
"Hey priest! Hey! You in there? Is Beltias one of yours? How about that one with the Badeye? Jhonas the Weak-kneed? He one of yours?"
The old priest makes no noise and continues to lie, breathing shallowly, as he's shaken by Kaylayne.
Lief bounds down the stairs, looking around for any returned thugs.
Should the way be clear, he tries to locate Jhonas. "We've seen the old priest. It doesn't look good. Would you answer some of my questions, maybe? Perhaps we can find a way to help him, since you've obviously got your hands quite full at the moment."
If the man assents to questioning, Lief pursues a string of them, trying to stay out of man's way, perhaps even helping in the small tasks with the locals.
"How long has the priest been ill? Did something set it off? How long have those..." Lief hitches in his speech, as he takes in the blood pooling around three of them. "What on earth...?" He bounds over to take a closer look at the grisly fate of the folk on the floor. Confused, he still returns to speak with Jhonas.
"What happened to them? I was only gone so long upstairs...?" He waits on an answer, then continues his questioning.
"Are there other priests here, aside from you and him? Have you tried to bring in outside help before? Who is allowed to see the priest upstairs? We stumbled upon... a coin pouch... couldn't you use that to buy him medicine? Do you know what's wrong with him already?"
The old priest makes no noise and continues to lie, breathing shallowly, as he's shaken by Kaylayne.
Dimitrio trails behind Layne. As part of living the life of an entertainer, the young man has been around drunks all his life.
He nears the priest in the cot and examines him briefly.
Dimitrio shakes his head, "He's not drunk. More like something is sapping his strength. Maybe poison?"
"Well if Ed has diagnosed something else is wrong with the man I'll let Ed and his vast expertise on the subject treat the man."
"I don't know about the priest Garry but I know old wine, trust me, when you drink the swill they got back in my old stompin' grounds you learn what not to drink, and this wine ain't been touched for a while, mate."
"Do you think this is redeemable, Ederin?"
"Not sure, but I figure we don't know enough to give up, Garry any healin' magic you got that can help out?"
When Lief leaves the room and heads back downstairs Ederin decides to follow him, having also considered following up with Jhonas.
When he catches sight of their attackers from just moments ago he stops wide-eyed, trying to remember if it had been so messy when he went upstairs.
Bloody hell, did Jhonas cut these guys up or...
His train of thought is interrupted as Lief fires off questions in his typical way. He tries to assist but finds himself just awkwardly parroting everything the young man asks.
"I don't know about the priest Garry but I know old wine, trust me, when you drink the swill they got back in my old stompin' grounds you learn what not to drink, and this wine ain't been touched for a while, mate."
Garridan shakes his head, "Ed you think those bottles are the only ones he might of had access too? Do you think one of his underlings might have cleaned up the empty bottles? Regardless, if it is something more serious it's beyond my ability to help."
Dimitrio - heal can be done untrained, you're all set. :) Good roll!
Should the way be clear, he tries to locate Jhonas. "We've seen the old priest. It doesn't look good. Would you answer some of my questions, maybe? Perhaps we can find a way to help him, since you've obviously got your hands quite full at the moment."
"How long has the priest been ill? Did something set it off? How long have those..." Lief hitches in his speech, as he takes in the blood pooling around three of them. "What on earth...?" He bounds over to take a closer look at the grisly fate of the folk on the floor. Confused, he still returns to speak with Jhonas.
Jhonas has a little color back in his cheeks as he does his routine - caring for the indigent, hungry, and sick. Never the less, when elements of the party return, the color drains again and he stammers his responses, always with his head down and eyes averted.
There are no visible 'thugs'.
"Father Padrick started getting sick a few weeks ago. It took a week or two to be bedridden but I've kept him comfortable..." he trails off as Lief bounds away.
"What happened to them? I was only gone so long upstairs...?" He waits on an answer, then continues his questioning.
"Are there other priests here, aside from you and him? Have you tried to bring in outside help before? Who is allowed to see the priest upstairs? We stumbled upon... a coin pouch... couldn't you use that to buy him medicine? Do you know what's wrong with him already?"
"You did that. Your gang." he grows quiet and waits for further questions, then answers them, quietly.
"We have no money for outside help. I've had help sure, particularly with feedings as meal times are the busiest around here. Will you be moving into Beltias' rooms?" he looks as if he can't believe he asked so impertinent a question...
"He's not drunk. More like something is sapping his strength. Maybe poison?"
Kaylayne hisses at the idea.
"Why would someone poison, but not rob..." Kaylayne stands abruptly, trying to calm herself. She breathes deeply, trying to focus and calm. "I'm sorry Dimitrio...this...this has not been a good trip. I'm sure there is a logical answer."
Kaylayne takes a few more breathes to calm herself and follows Lief down the stairs.
"You did that. Your gang. ... Will you be moving into Beltias' rooms?"
Kaylayne finds her ire returning at the impertinent question.
"Yeah, we did that. We did that because you let them attack us and did nothing. We were trying to leave you all in peace," Kaylayne suffers the fool in response. "What amazes me most about you, priest, is that you have no shame, no self-reflection, no responsibility. How did you earn your symbol when you are so hollow inside?"
Kaylayne grumps in silence for a few moments.
"Show me to their rooms....NOW!"
"You did that. Your gang."
Lief looks aghast at the addled priest. He is about to answer, when Kaylayne suddenly does so.
"Yeah, we did that. We did that because you let them attack us and did nothing. We were trying to leave you all in peace. What amazes me most about you, priest, is that you have no shame, no self-reflection, no responsibility. How did you earn your symbol when you are so hollow inside? Show me to their rooms....NOW!"
Lief's expression doesn't change, it simply relocates to Kaylayne.
"Have you gone mad?! Do you think Jhonas here had any control over that gang of thugs? He's looking at us now as if we're no different from them, and I'm inclined not to argue with him." Lief looks at Jhonas, briefly, and with a touch of pity.
"He's a servant here, not the lord of the manor." Lief looks to Dimitrio, then back to Kaylayne, trying to work something out. "What is one man against several?" The young man positions himself next to the door, and waits there until the others are ready to leave.
"Have you gone mad?! Do you think Jhonas here had any control over that gang of thugs? He's looking at us now as if we're no different from them, and I'm inclined not to argue with him."
Kaylayne returns Lief's ire.
"I haven't gone mad...but I am plenty mad. This little peckwad could have done a lot to help us or warn us yet sat there and did nothing. To make matters worse, he blames us. I don't know where you grew up, boy, but if you don't fight back then...then things happen to you." Kaylayne falters at the end as if pushing away a painful memory, then regains her edge.
"He's a servant here, not the lord of the manor."
"Apparently, he's naught but a coward and a willing accomplice to the thugs," Kaylayne answers the obvious question. She turns again to Jhonas. She tries to make nice.
"Jhonas, would you please take me to the rooms of your resident gang?" Kaylayne makes a show of smiling, trying to keep her ire under control.
Great, yellin' at each other now too.
"Lief, maybe let's talk about this later. Can't change what was done, besides we probably saved a handful o' the poor from having their sweets beaten out o' em this evening."
"Jhonas, just let us see their rooms, somethin' ain't right about the priest upstairs, one of ours thinks he might've been poisoned. Maybe riflin' through their space might turn somethin' up."
Ederin keeps his hands in the air and away from his weapons the whole time he speaks. He stays close to Kaylayne but he's sure if he's doing it to protect her, or subdue her.
Garridan follows the others down stairs and is just as supprised at the bloodbath that greets them. After listening to the remarks he weighs in, "Lief, I may have done the same thing if this was my Sanctuary." He shrugs his shoulders, "Ed's got the right of it what's done is done we just have to move forward best we can."
Jhonas trembles a little as his new lords fight, but dutifully, and quietly, does as he's told. He leaves the soup line in the hands of a rather ugly matron who seems to be able to handle things without him just fine.
He takes you out through the main door and up the stairwell (I've cleared the map so you can see the layout if you wish). There are a series of small rooms, once used for a variety of things for the church, but recently taken over by the group you just ran off and killed.
A few bedrooms, a large 'flophouse' space for actual beggers is still in use by the church, a room devoted to healing, and torture, and a sort of fighting pit. But not for people. You find a few scorpions in boxes labelled “Spiker,” “Jabs,” “Bugsy,” and “Pedros.”
You also find evidence that someone has been 'milking' the scorpions for their poison.
Jhonas asks, with more confidence, "Will we be able to continue to use this room for indigents? Beltias let us but I understand if you need more space for your men." he looks at Kaylayne, "And, uh, women."
Jhonas doesn't enter any room, rather staying in the hallway, almost respectfully, like he's not allowed in those rooms without permission. He seems to do as he's told quite nicely.
Following the timid man upstairs Garridan is glad to leave the grisly scene downstairs. What is wrong with Layne, this is not like her. But then again what do I really know about my companions.
He stops at the room with the scorpions, This is strange. he stops an searches the room a little more thoroughly.
Guardian searches the scorpion room and finds a few bottles that were used to milk the scorpions and one mostly full one. It looks like, from examining the bottles and beakers in the immediate area, someone has been processing the poison in some way.
Guardian searches the scorpion room and finds a few bottles that were used to milk the scorpions and one mostly full one. It looks like, from examining the bottles and beakers in the immediate area, someone has been processing the poison in some way.
Dimitrio also carefully examines the room in case Garridan missed something
The bottles and scorpions somehow match the assessment that the old priest was poisoned or was being poisoned.
Dimitrio voices his opinion to the others, "Someone is poisoning the old priest, which is why he can't get well. He's not drunk or sick, he's poisoned!"
"I don't much about poisons but I know that the scorpion injects its poison so we should look for puncture marks on the priest to confirm this. Also, there should be a needle here somewhere..."
Dimitri doesn't find anything new, and doesn't find any needles.
Kaylayne sighs, looking at the alchemical equipment (which she doesn't know much about), then to the scorpions (something she does).
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"'Naturally,'" Kaylayne quips, trying to find some humor after her outbursts, "looks like they were processing scorpion venom for ingestion, rather than for a blade. Whomever was poisoning the priest, was doing it orally."
Kay's eyes flicker to Dimitrio, then to Jhonas.
"Say Jhonas, who did you say feed the Ol' Man Priest?" Kay asks totally 'innocently' and totally non-probingly.
"Hey Garry, hand one of them bottles this way."
Ederin takes it in hand and looks it over.
"You won't find any needles mate, it's scorpion milk! I know a few skinners who lace the food in their traps with the stuff to paralyze their prey so they can't scarper. Must have been feedin' it to the priest upstairs."
He places the bottle down, satisfied that he's solved the mystery, and starts looking for anything else in the room.
As he looks through the deceaseds belonging he speaks to Jhonas out in the hall.
"We ain't movin' in here mate, we got one place needs protectin' as it is. Bag o' money upstairs, maybe you could use it to hire some real protection, fix this place up a bit eh?"
"Lief, maybe let's talk about this later. Can't change what was done, besides we probably saved a handful o' the poor from having their sweets beaten out o' em this evening."
"Lief, I may have done the same thing if this was my Sanctuary. Ed's got the right of it what's done is done we just have to move forward best we can."
What's done is done. Move on here. Nothing to see. We'll talk later. Maybe.
Lief waves his hand in resignation, letting his eyes roam from the soupline to the new gang being shown their quarters as they go off to investigate.
"I'll be right here, when you're done."
Lief keeps a vigil at the front door, pulling out his hand crossbow, and loading it. He walks into the street and looks for any roaming gendarmes. Should he see someone, he flags them down, ready to account for the blood waiting for explanation on the church floor.
"Say Jhonas, who did you say feed the Ol' Man Priest?" Kay asks totally 'innocently' and totally non-probingly.
"Well meal times are when we're the busiest, so I... oh... They were poisoning him?" you see an emotion other than fear for the first time on the young priest. Anger grips his visage for a moment, until the more accustomed fear and confusion returns.
As he looks through the deceaseds belonging he speaks to Jhonas out in the hall.
"We ain't movin' in here mate, we got one place needs protectin' as it is. Bag o' money upstairs, maybe you could use it to hire some real protection, fix this place up a bit eh?"
Jhonas stumbles over his words, "You're, you're not moving in? Bag of money? I don't... I don't. Now see here. What sort of thugs are you?"
- - -
Lief sees no Gendarmes on the streets. During the day they tend not to wander much, their busier times are in the evenings and at night. So not a lot of Gendarmes just found wandering at this time (you're still before lunch).
Kaylayne snaps for Jhonas' attention.
"Answer the question, Jhonas. Who fed him?"
Kaylayne snaps for Jhonas' attention.
"Answer the question, Jhonas. Who fed him?"
"What? Oh, sorry." he bows his head, "Beltias." he says quietly. "I, I, had no idea..." he trails off in his failure.
Kaylayne snaps again for Jhonas' attention.
"Keep your focus here, Jhonas. This next question is the big one, so you better think hard on it: You mentioned 'gang' more than once. And one of the thugs said they had more men coming. Do they have more men out there? Did Beltias run with another group?"
Listening to the line of questioning Garridan thinks, Lief is down stairs alone, I best go check on him. Garridan rushes down the stairs to check on his companion.
Kaylayne snaps again for Jhonas' attention.
"Keep your focus here, Jhonas. This next question is the big one, so you better think hard on it: You mentioned 'gang' more than once. And one of the thugs said they had more men coming. Do they have more men out there? Did Beltias run with another group?"
Jhonas thinks carefully. "The men downstairs, the two that got away, and maybe one or two more. It varied though so I'm not really sure. But that was it - just those seven or eight or so. But they were tough!"
"Garridan, wait," Kaylayne asks, trying to stop Garridan from leaving. "What do you think we should do with the priest? No, not this one, the sick one."
Kaylayne moves a bit closer.
"He's been poisoned...apparently a lot for a long time. Should we take him with us? Or get something for him? What do you think? Would one of your uh...High Brewers be willing to come out to tend to him?"
Garridan stops in his tracks when Layne calls him. As he listens to her he concludes, "best if we go get him help, I don't think moving him is a good idea." He rubs his chin as he answers, "Yes I believe we could convince someone to come and take a look at him."
"Few of us should stay and keep an eye on things here, yeah? I'll stick around, at least provided you stick me with that wand, still ain't feeling one hundred percent."
Ederin gives up trying to find anything new in the rooms and starts heading back to the main area.
"I'll try to clean up here too, I'm sure none o' these folk are new to dead bodies but that don't mean you want them bleedin' in your church."
Kaylayne agrees with Ederin.
"Garridan, why don't you see if Lief or Dimitrio will go with you. Me and Ederin and whomever you leave behind will keep an eye on things here," Kaylayne offers, and turns to address Jhonas.
"Thank you for your time, Jhonas. You can go back to your work now. It seems to be something you're good at."
Kaylayne spends a few minutes looking for anything of value in the thugs rooms, then heads downstairs to keep an eye out for their return.
Perception
You enter the Publican house and speak to one of the priests. He seems to be having much to much fun to leave just now but he will sell you potions of lessor restoration for 300gp (in a handsome beer stein). If you buy one, and bring the man here, he’ll even cast another - on the house!
The rest of the party collects the bodies and starts cleaning up. They’re done well before the rest of the party returns and have time to search the thieves old rooms if they wish (Kaylayne may try again - everyone who searches gets two rolls). That said, the bodies are just piled up in the street in front of the church I assume. Not a pretty sight, but certainly one that will attract the Gendarme eventually.
Garridan reluctantly pays the man, taking solace in the fact that the money found in the priests romm will help cover the cost. Plus, he has his eye on the beer stein when this is all over.
Garridan reluctantly pays the man, taking solace in the fact that the money found in the priests romm will help cover the cost. Plus, he has his eye on the beer stein when this is all over.
Dimitrio had accompanied Garridan just in case the thugs decide to take their revenge.
"Cheer up, I'm sure helping the priest is the right thing to do and we'll get paid somehow."
He then searches the rooms before the gendarme or thugs come back.