GlassEye
Adventurer
Lano smiles and looks strangely amused at their situation. He shoos the friar away from the door and in the process manages to take the broom from his hands. He holds it in front of his chest as if it were a holy relic itself, takes on a hand-dog look and cracks the door.
Poking his face up to the cracked door Lano stares wide-eyed at the men. "Can I help you? Evening prayers won't begin for half a bell or so..." His eyes are drawn to the clinking bag one of the men hefts. "...but if you are in need of blessing maybe the father could be, ah... persuaded."
Lano's Sheet
Poking his face up to the cracked door Lano stares wide-eyed at the men. "Can I help you? Evening prayers won't begin for half a bell or so..." His eyes are drawn to the clinking bag one of the men hefts. "...but if you are in need of blessing maybe the father could be, ah... persuaded."
Lano's Sheet