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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Joshua Randall" data-source="post: 9592858" data-attributes="member: 7737">127The Moonstar Tavern is just across the cobblestone street from the front entrance of Saven’s cathedral. It’s the most popular inn for all the Tikandia pilgrims who come to worship at the ancient structure.We get a table near the window where we can keep an eye on the cathedral.[Woah woah woah. This is FAR too sensible for OUR Carr Delling with his WIS 3.]Dalris orders ale and cheese, wishing to avoid whatever dubious meats the cook has dumped into the communal pot.We “sip on some light wine” because we are “following our father’s rules for keeping [our] senses sharp while spellcasting.” We do however order two bowls of greasy stew [!]. We sneak them down to the floor one by one for Rufyl to eat. He slurps them up and telepathically advises us to order another bowl and tip the serving woman well because they haven’t been busy for a long time.We order yet more stew and tell Dalris what Rufyl thinks. Dalris points out there are only “a dozen or so regulars. Something’s wrong, Carr, and it has something to do with the cathedral.”Outside we can see “scores” of people entering the cathedral, but “it’s too dark to see if they are actually worshippers.” We comment that the archcleric is packing in the faithful.Dalris leans over the window and tries to wipe a clean spot before we are interrupted by a strong masculine voice.“Filth is all around you in Saven,” he says. [We] twist around to face a tall, muscular man in his late twenties. His hair is meticulously barbered, as is his clipped military moustache. He's wearing a fine horseman's cloak of split-suede leather secured at the throat by a silver chain. You see the dull glint of mail beneath the cloak and notice the silver spurs of a cavalier on his polished boots. Everything about the man reminds of a professional soldier of the highest social standing.He asks if he can join us as we appear to have “more than a passing interest in the nightly procession of the faithful.”Rufyl mentally warns us that the man is a paladin who is wondering if we are an enemy. A glance at Dalris tells us that she also received Rufyl’s telepathic warning.(149) to invite the stranger to sit with us, or(44) if we don’t want to talk to him.</blockquote>

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