Seeing an opportunity in the rising hackles and loud, foreign accents disturbing the peace within the queue leading into the ancient city, a lanky, greasy, dark-eyed Italiano slips through the line to Cardinal Lucius D'Borja and kneels reverently, making the sign of the cross.
Pardon, Your Grace... Is this some kind of passion play? A moral or fable played out for our edification and spiritual education?
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27