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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3478278" data-attributes="member: 3448">Thruffin did a fine job of befriending the parish priest at the church he went to.  The priest was a little surprised that a priest of Dain wanted to discuss ecumenical cooperation, but within a few minutes they were getting on famously. The senior priest of Dain had a somewhat rockier time of it.  He banged his gauntleted fist on the door to the rectory, and simply pushed his way through the door when it was opened.  “Greetings! We are visiting in your City, and I thought I should have an ale with one of you priests,” declaimed the dwarf. The rather confused priest of Glor’diadel responded weakly, “Greetings….” “We are both of the Ecumenical Alliance,” continued the dwarf determinedly, setting up the small cask of ale that he had brought as a guest gift.  “Both of our gods are gods of good.  So we should be good together!  Even if your god does focus rather more time on the sky and suchlike, to the neglect of the mines that hold all that is of true value… meaning no disrespect, of course.” “Of course, but… uh… why…” “Here you go my lad-- this will put some whiskers on you.  It’s so sad, how many of you people have thin beards.  I don’t know how you can stand it.  And your poor women, almost all cursed with chin-baldness…”  The priest of Dain shook his head mournfully.  “But enough of that.  Now is the time to drink to our Alliance!” The priest was mildly insulted by the dwarf’s odd rant about beards, but was more concerned that a mad dwarven priest appeared to have invaded his rectory’s sitting room.  “But… but I have a service in less than half an hour.” “All the more reason to drink up now!  You wouldn’t want your throat to be dry during the service.” “You don’t understand. Priests of the Lord of Light do not indulge in drinking before services.  It would not be proper.” “Ah, so you fast before you drink in the service?” “No, not exactly.  Well, I suppose there is the sacramental wine, but that’s not really what you mean.” The dwarf listened and then suddenly rocked back on his heels as he understood.  “By the good God’s beard!  You mean you are not supposed to drink before leading a service?  And you call yourselves servants of a good and just god?” “Most assuredly,” said the human priest sharply.  Criticizing humans for lack of beards was one thing, but insulting Glor’diadel was quite another.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should like to finish rehearsing my homily.” “Oh, aye, suit yourself.  And I suppose we’ll just have to share an ale afterwards.”  The priest of Dain showed no signs of leaving, or that he saw any reason to not finish his drink. “But… oh, very well.” The priest of Glor’diadel discovered that the only thing he wanted less than for the dwarf to stay behind in the rectory when he went to the adjoining church was for the priest of Dain to accompany him.  And yet, he did, settling himself into an almost lying position in the first pew.  The human priest sighed deeply.  There was nothing to be done, he supposed, watching as the congregation filed in-- at this church, the three o’clock services were well-attended, with a couple hundred congregants.  Just as he cued the organ master to begin the prelude, the dwarven priest shot up. “By my beard!” the priest of Dain cried, before hurrying across the aisle and overbearing a young man, smashing into his knees and driving him to the floor of the nave.  While the parish priest tried to figure out what was going on and how to deal with this without causing a fight with a priest of an allied faith, the priest of Dain hauled the young man over, binding his arms squarely behind him.  “Ye’re under arrest!  In the name of the Ecumenical Alliance and, um, the Archduke, I think!”  The dwarf began marching his captive out of the church and looked around as he went.  He was pretty sure someone had been sent to watch him, but couldn’t for the life of him figure out who it was.  “I’m going to take this ruffian to a watch post or somesuch.  If any of you want to come along with me, well, go ahead and do it.” The parish priest watched them go in slack-jawed amazement.  Was he a bad priest, he wondered, for mostly being grateful to be rid of the dwarf?</blockquote>

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