Bah! Watch your tongue, wench, or you'll spend tonight in the stocks! growls one of the chagrined gendarmes....
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A bleary-eyed pair of gendarmes rise unsteadily from their nearby table, crossing themselves, and urged on to their duty by several other patrons. Overhearing the apparent intent of adventurous sorts at the long fireside board to investigate at the cathedral, they sit heavily back in their seats! Non! Non! There is no reason for haste or alarm.... These fools over there are seeing to it, anyway.... They are obviously agents of the Church.... Better suited to dealing with the minions of The Devil.... Again, they cross themselves, as do several other patrons at mention of The Devil.... Our job is to deal with mundane criminals, not gremlins in bell towers! |