"I think there's little question of what we're going to offer the dwarfs, though I don't think 10,000 gold is within our means," notes the Deacon. "The question is are we to denounce Lukar publically, as I intended, or privately, as Mr. Quinn suggests." He glances around at his fellow commitee members. "Once again, I think this comes to a vote. And before we do--may I take a moment for a brief prayer?"
Assuming there is no overwhelming negative response, Fevre makes a circle with his hands, then clasps them together. "Oh, my mighty Orr, All-Encomposing-All, Lord of Lords, Prince of Princes--we ask You to guide our decision. May it be made with wisdom, and enlightenment. May it help us win these dwarfs back to the path of Your righteousness and discipline, from which they have strayed. And may it lead us to triumph over our enemies, the heathen nation of Kalur, which credits not Your Divine Will and Nature, but worships barbarous gods of cruelty. For only in you, Orr, are we complete, and it is from you, shining above, that all good things come down to us, undeserving mortals and sinners that we are." He unclasps his hands, and makes the circle over the group. "Amen."
Anguis looks the group over. "Well, I feel you know where I stand, and where Mr. Quinn stands. The question is, where do you stand?"