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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Goonalan" data-source="post: 6695002" data-attributes="member: 16069">Chapter 17: Zyler in action. ONGOINGLying in his bed that evening Zyler takes a moment to re-live his conversation with Elsa the buxom barmaid at the Stonehill Inn, the priest is slightly anxious he feels he has missed some hidden meaning in their conversation.“You're an adventurer then?” Elsa enquires, her eyes sparkling.“I suppose. Yes.” Zyler finally agrees after considering his options.“Oh. We have an adventurer in Phandalin, his name's Daran Edermath- he owns the orchard. He's very...” Elsa searches for the right word, “very fit- like you.” She finishes and then flushes a little.“Oh.” Zyler adds, and then responds to the compliment, “I am, as you say, very fit. Thank you for noticing.”“Yes, you are.” States Elsa coyly.“Yes, I am.” The priest agrees again.The moment lengthens as Elsa continues to smile at the priest, all the while pouring pints and every now and then bending low to grab fresh tankards from beneath the bar.“Is it hard work work?” Elsa enquires and then leans over the bar to brush away an errant lock of hair from the priest's face, “is it very hard”, she asks again and moistens her lips with her tongue.Zyler smiles, awkwardly, and then takes a moment to gather his thoughts, is he being 'pumped' for information, there's something suspicious about the conversation.“Very hard, at times” He finally agrees, and then nods and smiles back at Elsa, deciding to play along.“Perhaps I could visit your room later.” Elsa whispers, and then licks her lips again- a slightly off-putting habit Zyler notes, and then surfaces into the here and now.“You want to come in my room?” He asks, a little sternly and loud enough for several other inhabitants of the bar to take note of the conversation, he's now utterly confused.His question alas seems to generate only laughter and smiles.A trio of farmers a little way along the bar raise their tankards and salute the priest of Tempus, one of the fellows even manages a rousing cheer. That's nice the priest thinks, and then turns back to Elsa.“You want to come with me?” He asks, “to my room?” He clarifies.“Oh yes.” Elsa flushes and puts her hand on his arm, leaves it there a while and then begins to rub, quite hard, at the spot- up and down his forearm.Zyler watches this for a while, and then looks up- Elsa's face is wreathed in smiles, her eyes sparkle and dance, he lips at times open wide; the barmaid seems to be making a noise every now and then- a moan followed by the hiss of her indrawn breath.Zyler's brows furrow- what is... and then he gets it, or at least he thinks he does.“Do you seek succour fair maiden?” He asks, now with a twinkle in his eye too.“Oh. Yes.” Elsa leers, and strokes his arm harder still.Zyler grins back at Elsa, then wrenches his arm free of her caress and grabs her hand, with his other hand he reaches over the bar and lays it flat upon the now startled looking barmaid's forehead. Finally he bows his head and intones in a loud and clear voice.“Lord Tempus, bless this child and keep her safe from harm.Reach down from the firmament and touch this wanderer with your fiery love...”The priest's prayer goes on for a while, a discontent and frustrated Elsa tries but fails to loose the priest's grip on her hand. She endures. Finally the words are said, Zyler opens his eyes and lets Elsa free, keen to see the effect his blessing has had on the now devout barmaid- his first convert.Elsa scowls at the priest, which instantly confuses him. The barmaid tuts loudly, folds her arms across her ample breast, and then moves off quickly leaving the priest alone with his thoughts, Zyler ponders a moment, a little lost. The bar around him is however now filled with laughter, the priest notices, such is the joy felt by others at the mention of Tempus, his holy lord.Moments later, back in his bed, Zyler smiles to himself and inwardly shrugs- he cannot for the life of him fathom the hidden meaning of the exchange. He sleeps.</blockquote>

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