As you approach the temple district the next morning, it's impossible to miss a kerfluffle near the district entrance. There is an agitated crowd gathered around one of the smaller shrines with a Whitecloak trying to calm down both the priests and the crowd at the same, with very little success with either group.
Lem whispers to his companions, "Don't worry. I've got this." He flashes them a wink before turning around.
Lem starts off with a big grin, a plate of warm cinnamon rolls in front of him, "Oh, we'll only by a couple of minutes. These rolls were steaming when we first got here, but your line is really, really long and they've cooled off a bit. Which really makes me sad, because there is nothing quite like hot pastries on a cool morning. I find that the sugars used are equally important as the flour chosen for the baking, especially when they sit outside the oven for awhile. Now, I am quite unsure of the quality of your provisions given to you, so I really thought this would be quite the treat. I am sure that people probably bother you all the time for your help, without ever taking the effort to show appreciation, and I know a little appreciation goes a long way. It's probably because your job involves the application of violence, and people aren't comfortable about the possibility of getting their faces pummeled when you guys are around.
Oh, and I almost forgot. We are investigating the Children of the Mud and their potentially dangerous hijinks, so I was wondering if you could name drop some known associates of theirs along with where we can find them in case my mates and I have to go above the law and take part in vigilante justice." Lem raises his plate of rolls higher as his optimistic grin grows wider.
It quickly becomes clear that the crowd is wanting to give offerings to some smaller deity of the region on a holy day, but the priest is not letting them in. For the priest's part, he's trying to convince the bored guard that the temple has been vandalized and an investigation needs to be launched immediately, as the deity is would take unkindly to the guard disregarding such a heinous act, on the most important day of the year for that deity no less; the guard is unimpressed, and looks like he simply wants to find the nearest tavern.
"So let's head to that address and see what's what. Too bad I'm out of cinnamon rolls," Lem says giving Weylyn a knowing and apologetic look.