Father Peter's page

Father Peter nods, graciously, at Sister Azmaria.

"Alright, my dear. Considering the situation, I believe my church can cover the difference."

His kindly, worn face crinkles into a slight smile.

"Should you ever find yourself in a position to make a donation in the future, however, I wouldn't turn it down."

He lays a warm hand on Sister Azmaria's shoulder.

"Don't worry, dear. I'll see that Pope Gregory and your Mother Superior are alerted to the current situation. By God's grace, we shall prevail!"

Father Peter responds to Sister Azmaria...

"I'm afraid a magical sending costs 280 gold, Sister, and is limited to a 25-word message. Such instant communication is a valuable thing indeed."

In the discussion thread, Eli has said he'll deduct the necessary 280gp from group funds for this.

Father Peter looks at the pages handed to him by Sister Azmaria.

"My dear, it would take a messenger a long time indeed to actually deliver this letter to York. Would you prefer that I summarize it in a sending or two to your Mother Superior? And, if so, does your group have the means to make a donation to help defray such a cost?"

When some of you go tell Father Peter that you're headed to Resplendent and ask if he has any contacts there, he responds...

"Well, the Grand Cathedral of St. Pelor is located in Resplendent. I suppose I could write a letter to our Pope about what you've discovered. I've only met him once, but we have corresponded a couple times, and I imagine he'll probably remember me. I'll mention your role in slaying the fiends and saving the girl in the letter, which you can deliver to the Cathedral, and Pope Gregory might want to meet you. What's that? A sending to let him know you're coming and that fiends were involved in Endurant's destruction? Hm. Yes, that would probably be worth the cost. I'll see what I can do. Fare well. Go with God's grace and light!"

"I shall return to my church to make preparations and warn the people."

Father Peter looks at Gina.

"Should you or your Uncle ever need assistance, my dear, remember, the Church of St. Pelor is open to you."

He turns to Sister Azmaria.

"I hope we will see each other again, under less dire circumstances."

Finally, Father Peter addresses the whole group of you.

"Thank you all for your work in uncovering and fighting this great evil.
I pray that good shall triumph in this land!"

With that, he heads off towards his church.

Father Peter steps up to Sister Azmaria and offers his hand.

"Father Peter, Servant of God on the path of Saint Pelor. It's an honor to meet you, Sister. That was an inspiring speech. What action do you suggest?"

"Imps are nasty, tricky critters. Not only can they give a poisoned sting, they can fly away invisibly afterward, causing all kinds of deadly mischief. However, usually they vanish out of this world a short time after being summoned into it ... or so I thought..."

"Ah, yes. Blue-haired woman. Met her once. Lovely girl."

Father Peter looks around the crowded office.

"Where is she?"

"Heavens no! But if there are fiends about, we must stop them!"

Father Peter points to the fancy dagger and ring on the desk.

"What was the significance of these items?

"You say they paralyzed the people of Endurant, then burned the town down?"

"Merciful heavens! Imps! How is it that these fiends left behind bodies? Powerful forces must be at work here!"

Father Peter hesitates, eyeing this strange masked man carefully.
He then glances at Bob, who is looking at Lesith, horrified at her words.
Bob, however, pulls himself together enough to nod at Father Peter.
Father Peter nods back slowly and speaks.

"Very well. Wait here for a moment. I will go with you after I have informed my acolytes that I am leaving."

Father Peter walks briskly to a doorway and disappears briefly. He returns in less than a minute, followed by two younger robed men, who eye your unusual group with curiosity.

"Let us go."

Bob leads the group of you, now including Father Peter, back outside, and heads toward the Vigilant Guard Headquarters.

"Wait. What?"

His eyes widen, then narrow, not quite comprehending the scope of what he's hearing.

The middle-aged priest turns to you with a slight smile.

"You are welcome here. How may I be of service?"