Paridon Book II: A Taste For Power (IC)

"One more thing." Father Berman looks at the gnome. "Do you know anything about the bird-masked lunatics who attacked us? The masks were locked and rigged to kill."
 

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Rhiannon leaned over to Ru, so as not to distract the clockmaker or Father Berman from their discussion. She spoke softly, though not in a particularly quite voice, loud enough for anyone listening for her words(within close proximity, at least) to hear her, but quiet enough that those listening to the discourse between Father Berman and the clockmaker would be able to continue listening.

"Ready whenever you are. If we investigate any dives, perhaps we should leave out the part where I am part of the Constabulary while in those places... many people feel ill at ease around anyone with the Law behind them..."
 

"Bird masked lunatics? Never heard of them.... wait, were those the folks in the carriage who attacked you when we went into custody?"

Pigglemorth looks confused, and a little scared, as he meets everyone's gaze in turn.

[sblock=Darian]
Definitely nothing there. He has nothing to do with them.
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Pigglemorth looks down a moment and concludes, "Thank you. My life is forfeit, has been ever since the new year. I understand that now. But I sincerely hope we can finally pull that monster Alek down."
 


Father Berman tells the little lunatic "Your life may be forfeit - the judge will have to decide that - but it may not be too late for your soul to avoid an eternity of hell, if you truly repent and trust in Lady Ezra. I will speak with you after the trial."
 




Rhiannon followed the other two outside, her eyes resting on the man who she couldn't help but feel disliked her, or at the very least had no interested in hearing her introduce herself, which was odd.

"Yes, what do you feel the best course of action would be?"
 

Rhiannon followed the other two outside, her eyes resting on the man who she couldn't help but feel disliked her, or at the very least had no interested in hearing her introduce herself, which was odd.

"Yes, what do you feel the best course of action would be?"

Darian doesn't hold hide gaze any longer when he replied to the half-elf, looking her square in the eyes. She'll know son enough, he thinks.

"We determine our mission,"
he says. His voice is low and deep, articulate with just a hint of a noble accent. Though whether it was nobility or just plain conceit, one couldn't say.

"Is it to get this vile drug off the street, or is it to convict Alec by whatever means necessary? Maybe it is something else completely?"
 

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