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Apologies for my slow posting over the past week or so. Between the holidays, work and a nasty cold that swept through all four members of my family, I haven't been online as much as usual.

Myst looks at the dwarf his eyes narrowed in irritation. "Secrets are fine unless they endanger an innocent, which in this case might be exactly what is going on." The cleric of Pelor turns to Erenie. "Are you saying that something might have happened to Anna and you just left her at that...

Myst raises an eyebrow at the halfling's words and then turns his attention back to Erenie. "What do you mean Anna was just first? Please explain this," he says kindly, caring and concern evident on his face.

Myst looks from the halfling to the dwarf and back again and doesn't bother trying to suppress his smile. He then turns to the girl. "Are you Erenie? If so, we are looking for information on the whereabouts of your friend Anna."

Myst shakes his head at his friend's manners. "I think it is still customary to knock, even if the door stands open, when entering someone's home." As an afterthought, the cleric knocks on the door and stands just in the entrance behind the bolder dwarf.

"Yes, we can meet at the Corl farm later, or failing that, back at the Half and Human," Myst says to Antares as he takes his leave. Myst walks along with Muzdim, casting a glance back at Bosco who appears to have joined them as well. "Let's speak to Anna's friend first, see what if anything...

Myst watches Antares for any reaction while he looks upon the front of the shop. Seeing nothing telling, he turns and clears his throat. "Friend Antares, I believe I will leave you to your pursuits as I have no talents that can discern any such disturbances, possessions or otherwise. I am...

Myst hangs back and simply watches the elf concentrate on the pottery shop, waiting to hear the verdict.

With the bell purchased and retrieved, Myst turns to Antares. "Lead on, friend. I believe you said the Pottery was next? Let's get this done as I am anxious to question Anna's friend about when she last saw her."

"Perhaps, but maybe layman's terms would be better? Your arcane explanations mean little to me. Do you truly believe this bell to be possessed by some demon? And if so, to what end?" Myst stares quizzically at the elf before continuing. "Isn't it possible that the bell is just imbued with...

The reproachful look from the elf garners only a shrug and a smile in response from the priest. "What exactly is it about this bell that you are seeing?" Myst asks Antares. "Care to fill us in? Or would you rather do that in private?"

"Alas, I am merely the negotiator. I have few enough coins jingling around in my purse and can contribute only five silver pieces to the cause," he said handing the coins over to Antares.

As soon as the shopkeeper agreed to the three gold piece price for the bell, Myst turned to Antares. "Well? Pay the man..."

Myst stepped forward, offering a friendly smile to the shopkeeper. "Certainly three crowns is more than sufficient for the bell, is it not?" he asked, his fingers lightly brushing across his holy symbol.

Yeah, I understand what you posted, but from Myst's perspective, it is still a bunch of mumbo jumbo that he doesn't totally understand and maybe isn't sure he believes just yet. Let's see some demons! :D

It is in-character confusion. Myst has seen no evidence of any demon possession first hand as Antares believes he has. He is also not schooled in the arcane arts, his abilities all coming from faith. He is simply waiting for a sign, or for Antares to explain what exactly he is seeing or feeling.

Catching Muzdin's questioning glances, Myst could only shrug his shoulders and shake his head. He had no idea what exactly was happening and was waiting for Antares to tell them something significant.

Myst raised an eyebrow when Antares requested to purchase the bell but otherwise remained silent, awaiting the shopkeeper's response.

Myst hung back, waiting to follow Antares. The elf had been here before and had more first hand experience with whatever phenomena that he had witnessed. The cleric was therefore content to stay alert and keep his eyes open for anything strange or otherwise out of the ordinary.

"Who will provide the distraction?" Myst asked. "Do any of you have more than a passing acquaintance with the shopkeeper?"