"I'm not picky."
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Cadoc eyes the haul with some disgust and nods at Brenn. "They don't seem to waste any daylight when it comes to filling the church coffers. Do they?" then turning his attention to the defeated opposition "You boys were warned."
Cadoc steps up and attempt to stab the thug in front of him.
"Neighbors! You are out numbered. Ignore the sputtering fool or toss him overboard I don't care. But leave us to pass...Or Swim."
As the boat turns, Cadoc stows his pole then readies his shield and rapier still smiling from the captain's curse I'll have to remember that one, he thinks to himself.
Cadoc snags one of the poles and takes a post eagerly.
"I am looking forward to interesting," Cadoc's voice has a hint of sarcasm to it. "I haven't had enough of 'interesting' yet." With more enthusiasm he adds, "'Carousing and success' on the other hand those are words I can get behind." Turning his attention back to Genevieva, "So you're a bad brewer? No shame in that. I'm a bad drinker." He gives her a good natured grin. "You can do what I do. Practice, practice, practice."
"Pious?" Cadoc attempts to cover his wide grin with his hand. "My dear you may have just over played your hand." Cadoc turns to Brenn, "Have you had much call to practice your art?"
Cadoc gives Genevieva an appreciative smile and Brenn a sympathetic sideways glance that seems to say, "Better you than me," before plunging right into the lion's den. "So m'lady. What...er...How? Oh you're just going to knot up my words aren't you?" He sighs, "What do you do then for a living?"
Cadoc grins, "Well..." he drags the word out before ending it in an abrupt cough. He pats the hilt of the rapier "It's a symbol as much as it is a weapon." Then with an exaggerated look around the dock and a mock-hushed whisper he adds, "I'm a cleric of Cayden Cailean."
Cadoc shrugs as if unconcerned, "I suppose we'll find out shortly."
Cadoc Howell nods politely to a pair of priests as he passes them on the street. The priests' features are unreadable beneath their unsettling and expressionless masks. If half the rumors were true about these priests I should be . . . what? Indignant? Outraged? Is this religion any worse than that of Asmodeus? He'd left Cheliax without incident and it wasn't his calling to fix Xer either. His holy symbol a silver pendant in the shape of a tankard lay warm against his chest safely concealed under his breastplate. Best to remain unremarkable and unnoticed particularly in hostile territory. He supposed, not for the first time, that he wasn't a very good cleric. Which was probably okay, Cayden Cailean wasn't a particularly good example of divinity so Cadoc figured he probably had a little leeway with his god. The boat in need of security was called the Tatzlwyrm. The name alone had caught Cadoc's attention last night and whether it was the spirits, divine inspiration or both he felt he needed to be on this boat this morning. Cadoc pauses at a corner to get his bearings. According to the bartender's directions he needed to turn right at the next cross street. He hurries along, sure he had a little leeway but he didn't want to test Cayden's patience if this leg of his journey had been divinely inspired. As he arrives at the dock Cadoc takes in the barge and the busy workers pausing briefly before following Kale's directions to wait in the shade. Cadoc approaches the other new arrivals and notes curiously the man's lack of weapons. With the flourish of a nearly formal bow Cadoc first addresses the lady then the gentleman, "Cadoc Howell."
Made a couple of last minute additions to my CS...Added current prepared spells and a couple of small purchases. Sorry I haven't had time to update my PC profile yet I should be able to get to it soon.
I'll be updating my sheet on the boards a temp CS in PDF format is attached via a link to my drop box. |