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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3371334" data-attributes="member: 11146">The priests in the stable put down their buckets of salt.  Maelicent, who'd already begun foisting up his kills with a few lengths of rope hanging in the stable, heard the entire exchange between Frane, Lewit, and Arne out in the garden.  Arne coughs once, loudly and pauses in what he deems to be an obvious manner before speaking to Maelicent.  "Though I can't say that I can ever have claimed the...pleasure...of preserving two morbidly obese spiders for a...goblin...I would certainly appreciate the opportunity to go about my work here, that we may quit this hovel all the sooner.  It seems the proprietors seek to indulge your industry."   The priest is pompous and has an obvious and strong disdain of Maelicent. "The preservation will make your task easier, particularly if you need be elsewhere for a day or two at a time.  So if you wouldn't mind standing to the side for but a few moments...sir?"</blockquote>