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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3403199" data-attributes="member: 11760">Father Emmerson Grant has scrubbed the moss and the mud off the stone steps leading into Maidensbridge Chapel every day and has yet to see signs of improvement.He has considered going to Heath Leach and ordering any type of alchemical concoction that could remove it, but he is not too interested in having words with Katadid (or Renraw, for that matter). He will have to, once his ministry begins, but for the time being, he's trying to remove decades of moss and mud by sheer force.He looks around the chapel. It took him a while to clean up the area where Ragglus had been squatting. Hopefully, the cots Emmerson is building at the forge to tend to the sick and infirm will be ready soon. Not willing to separate the man from the house of Lothian, he plans to give Ragglus one cot and a small cupboard for his items every night, should he come back to the chapel and ask for it.A bit more scrubbing and he'll be done for the day. A quick cider at The Cat & The Fiddle will serve him just fine.* * *Hazel Sawyer watches Reed play at fighting, waiting for a break in the action to show him a better grip. Aspen's laughter floats over the boys around her, and Hazel glances over to check on her sister. One of the Bridger boys has his hand on her shoulder; Hazel catches his eye and slowly drops her hand to the axe hanging at her waist. She grins.She waits for the boy to step back before returning to her brother. The mock fight pauses when Reed's axe slips out of his hand; Hazel is glad to see her brother move away rather than trying to catch the weapon. If he's learned nothing else, at least he knows not to reach for a falling blade.Hazel takes a few steps forward and nods at the Bergins."You reckon Tosh'll be in town tonight for the music?"The Bergin gnomes just shrug in response to her question, and begin juggling their hatchets, which gets her little brother dangerously excited and eager to try the trick for himself.Hazel snorts in exasperation. She's not so oblivious as to think the gnomes just like the music; if they're at The Cat & The Fiddle in such a large crowd, no doubt some folks will go home with lighter purses than they thought. But Tosh is a ready wit, and she hasn't seen him in weeks.She catches a glimpse of Bufer over by the tavern already; once her mother's done praying, Hazel hopes to talk to the gnome, just to reassure herself that he's healed up. If she wasn't on baby-sitting patrol, she would have been over there by now, listening to Heda play and waiting for the contest to start.* * *Bufer absent-mindedly hands a full tankard up to Heda as the crowd surrounding them bursts into applause. He scans the faces in the audience, as several of them step forward to wish Heda luck in the evening's competition. After a moment, he sighs in disappointment, then raises his own mug of green ale to take a swig.He can feel the object in his pocket burning a hole straight through, egging on the dire butterflies that appear to have hatched in his stomach.Patience, he tells himself. It'll all be over soon enough.Lowering his mug and licking his lips, he glances up at Heda."You think Fiddler's actually bound to show this time?""Probably." Then she grins, shaking the stiffness out of her fingers before playing her next concertina tune. "If the kobold wants to keep being humiliated, I'm glad to oblige."* * *The weather has improved slightly, and snow no longer covers the ground, but a chill still lingers in the air.The chapel's stone floor has sealed the cold up within itself, and as Emmerson scrubs and scrubs, he feels it in his bones.He'll evaporate the wash water off with some fire and perhaps he'll finally go to the Leaches' for some drying herb powder. A coat or two of whitewash and the chapel will be as good as new.As he washes his hands, he goes over the list of things left to do."Lothian and St. Cuthbert mantelpieces are already on order. Icons ... commissioned as well. Perhaps a new copy of the Word of Lothian? I shall write Middleborough for one."In the chapel, as Emmerson cleans himself up, Rosalind Sawyer finishes praying, saying a few quiet words to the small idol of Estanna placed in the chapel this day, garlanded with the first flowers of spring as well as green sprays of pine branches. She nods wordlessly to the small idol of Valarian placed beside Estanna before her husband helps her up. He uses one hand to shake out his magnificent wolf's pelt cloak.Jack has spent the morning cleaning it, getting it ready for the celebration. There's to be a dance in the orchard this evening, under lanterns hung from the trees and after a long winter at home, and he's uncharacteristically vain and excited about the event. He looks oddly at the paladin going heavily armed and armored on a feast day, but shrugs to his wife. They have other things on their mind.On the way out the door, Emus' new dog, Skeeter, greets Emmerson in the traditional dog way, with a nose to the crotch.</blockquote>

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