Judge Dathen
ooc: All, between going to Vegas last week and now in Santa Fe this week, I have been bouncing around like crazy. I promise my schedule will balance out soon.
IC
Entering the inn, Dathen lowered his head slightly to keep from scrubbing his cloak and mask on the framework of the door. Scanning the crowd, an act which had long since became an instinctive one, the masked priest spotted the others scattered out among the patrons of the inn. Slowly, they had began approaching the Pious and his assistant, but for the moment, the unit had not reformed as one.
~How long will it take before Pious Elohim bends the others to his will? How long until the others follow his lead as they would follow the Flame itself? Will it be before we face the rogue priest, or will the Flames have to baptise them all in its burning embrace before they truly see the light?~
Underneath his mask, Dathen's face betrayed his doubts and while the look was gone as quickly as it had arrived, it bothered the warrior-priest that he had doubts at all.
~The Flame has chosen and chosen well..~
Approaching the innkeeper, Dathen looked down at the smaller man and while the halfling did his race proud by not allowing a tremble to reach his voice, Dathen saw the broom vibrate slightly as his hands betrayed the nervousness inside him.
Bobitron said:
“Good morning, Sirs. I am Felis. Welcome to Kondith’s. Do you seek accommodations?”
"I need a room for this evening, as well as an empty pitcher, glass, bowl, and spoon placed there as well."
While Dathen had no doubt that the others would sample the wares that the halfling offered, wasting coin on food he could not taste held no appeal to him. Also, to eat among them, Dathen would have to remove his mask and that was not something he was prepared to do at this time.
As the halfling ran to the counter, Dathen turned and approached Judge Elohim and the others.
"I have arrived Pious. What have you learned of the rogue priest?"