The apprentices snap their heads back from the door at being addressed, excited whispering comes from the halls, followed by a short You do it, , No, You do it. match. Nerve looks flattered at Cyr's words, Me, shut down The Guardian. No no no... Um... It has some reasoning capacity, even understands our language. Recognizes symbols of Lauto, oh, it's a defensive creature, so it shouldn't just attack you. Eye's squint as Nerve strains his brain, Expect it to be very polite, and to kill you if it believes you're a danger to Obolus. the weak smile on Nerve's face is evidence that he knows how little help he is.
Meanwhile, back in High Priest Belingras office...
Thiz iz vhy I zay, lezz gold upfront, lezz gold on completion. The rude halfling was explaining to his master.
Doing things that way garners poor quality contractors. Belingras was massaging his temples, a sure sign tomorrows sermon was going to be about stress management again.
Zhe can't have gotten far, ve vill find her. I'm not zure if the otherz have notized yet. The halfing scurries out of the room to find the errant Shaman, and the temples 60 gold.
The door gives a soft click as it shuts behind the servant, Your mother was right, this is the only job for you my little halfling friend. says Belingras to the air. First it's just Hoofchew and his small cult, then undead armies forming, demon-gods rising, some of our most sacred artifacts going missing... suddenly Belingras began to shudder, a full realization of the last several months creeping over the elderly High Priest. I'm calling a high council, and bringing in the Reapers. These could all be separate events, unfortunately happening in concert, however... the High Priest looked over the desk full of paper again, each set of notes circled and pointing toward another. Like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to Death-Knows.