ajanders
Explorer
Michael raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, somewhere a devout follower of Mishtuli has no weapons or armor. His companion, a cleric of Amphousa, has no vestments or holy symbol."
Michael holds up one hand and rubs his finger and thumb together.
"This is a very small fiddle playing a sad song for them."
He looks at the cleric dourly. "You begin to see the problem I have here. How do I know you're not the cleric of Amphousa, trying to get their things back?"
I think it's time I pushed back on these people.
"Yes, somewhere a devout follower of Mishtuli has no weapons or armor. His companion, a cleric of Amphousa, has no vestments or holy symbol."
Michael holds up one hand and rubs his finger and thumb together.
"This is a very small fiddle playing a sad song for them."
He looks at the cleric dourly. "You begin to see the problem I have here. How do I know you're not the cleric of Amphousa, trying to get their things back?"
I think it's time I pushed back on these people.