Lhulan Ceth
At dinner, Lhulan sits down to a rare steak and a good Brelish wine. He sees no need for asceticism in his faith, and at the moment, the taste of blood seems right. He's been in a hunter's mood, a predator mood since his excursion this morning. The world is sharp and crisp, and his mouth feels full with a hundred teeth.
He knows this is pride. He decides not to worry about it, for the moment.
"Ivan," he interrupts. "Andeus. From what the Pious and I have read of your histories, I know you are both adept in the craft of stealth. Once you've finished your meals, I'd like you to have a look at the Church of Infinite Mercy and the surrounding area." He speaks quickly, now, eyes agleam. "No intrusion--unless an opportunity comes up--just a little bit of watching, peeking, listening. I want to know if anything interesting happens there by night." Lhulan regards them both intensely. "Watch out for each other. And, of course, avoid conflict unless it is absolutely unavoidable.
"Can you do this?"
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