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<blockquote data-quote="Antithetist" data-source="post: 5387052" data-attributes="member: 88443">kal'Tarron soon locates the town's temple to the Host, a modestly-sized stone building at the top of the town's sloping cobbled streets. The interior is quiet and peaceful, with a pleasant smell of sandalwood. A matronly woman in priestly garb is standing near the altar in conversation with a small group of townsfolk, and all of them turn to stare at kal'Tarron as he enters. The initial reaction is one of slight alarm, the stranger's avenger's vestments doing little to reassure them, but with a polite approach kal'Tarron is soon able to calm them down and the priest proves willing to help.&nbsp;Alexia, with Grys and Muzdum in tow, makes for the town's general store, just off the town square. The wooden floorboards creak, and there is a smell of sawdust and tobacco. Locally made goods are stocked on simple pine shelving and a bearded old man sits behind the counter, head down, absorbed in some intricate task with brightly coloured thread - on closer inspection, he's tying a fishing fly. &nbsp;Orsik and Mythra, meanwhile, are left with a suggestion to track down the town's mail service. Initial enquiries point them, after all, to the inn and coaching house. [sblock=OOC]Okay, so, kal'Tarron has already made his check for this round and succeeded on Diplomacy at the temple. The priest seems receptive, so feel free to question her.&nbsp;Everybody else has yet to make a check for this round.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Antithetist, post: 5387052, member: 88443"] kal'Tarron soon locates the town's temple to the Host, a modestly-sized stone building at the top of the town's sloping cobbled streets. The interior is quiet and peaceful, with a pleasant smell of sandalwood. A matronly woman in priestly garb is standing near the altar in conversation with a small group of townsfolk, and all of them turn to stare at kal'Tarron as he enters. The initial reaction is one of slight alarm, the stranger's avenger's vestments doing little to reassure them, but with a polite approach kal'Tarron is soon able to calm them down and the priest proves willing to help. Alexia, with Grys and Muzdum in tow, makes for the town's general store, just off the town square. The wooden floorboards creak, and there is a smell of sawdust and tobacco. Locally made goods are stocked on simple pine shelving and a bearded old man sits behind the counter, head down, absorbed in some intricate task with brightly coloured thread - on closer inspection, he's tying a fishing fly. Orsik and Mythra, meanwhile, are left with a suggestion to track down the town's mail service. Initial enquiries point them, after all, to the inn and coaching house. [sblock=OOC]Okay, so, kal'Tarron has already made his check for this round and succeeded on Diplomacy at the temple. The priest seems receptive, so feel free to question her. Everybody else has yet to make a check for this round.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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