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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3409450" data-attributes="member: 11760">Emmerson scratches Skeeter's head."Hail, Skeeter. Your master around?" The paladin looks around and spots Emus at the bar and Tock holding court on one side. He turns to the gnomes by the front door. "Master Potentloins. Mistress Heda, I hope the competition is yours by the end of the night. Those other bards are not even in your league.""How now, lad," Bufer says to Emmerson, looking over the paladin's armor and sword with a smile and a crooked eyebrow. "It's good to see you again. Looks like your people done fixed you up right well since the last time we saw one another."He pauses before continuing."I understand in return that the Bishop's tasked ye with restoring the chapel and saving all us heathens from ourselves," he continues. "That's an awful big job for one b -- I mean, for just one man, lad -- and an awful big building for just one god. I was wondering if maybe we could talk, later, about a way you an' me might be a help to one another, and our kin, one novice priest to another.""Big job is right. I am deeply honored by the task," Emmerson smiles "However, I am at a loss on how to proceed. The bishop said he'll be in Maidensbridge within the next few days. I'm certain I'll get my orders from him then, but I hope there can be an understanding between our faiths and even help each other like Bahamut and Barchiel the Messenger did when Lothian ascended."Emmerson takes a seat."Bufer, I wanted to tell you about that day: I regret that things got so out of hand the rescue damn nearly killed us all, but I had the feeling that Pick was not going to let you out of Green Mountain alive. I know she brokered a deal with Hazel, but just as Emus and I were not part of the deal, the rest of the kobolds in Green Mountain were not part of Pick's deal. You could have died by kobold hands that day and she would have kept her word intact. I was unwilling to let that fate befall upon you.""I've never doubted you an' Emus had the best of intentions," Bufer says, straining to be heard over the din of the crowded tavern, "But for an aspiring cleric, you have a thing or two to learn about faith, lad. Don't ever think I don't appreciate what you tried to do, but if you'd had just a thimbleful of faith that I knew what I was doing, I expect things might turned out better for you, at least, if not for me."As to the other thing: Well, it ain't never been a secret how I feel about 'The Church,' capital T capital C, that's for sure, but it's not every priest of Lothian who would talk about an understanding between faiths, least not without a dagger hid behind his back. And it's good that you're already thinking that way, lad, because take a look around."Bufer turns and gestures expansively toward the throng that's gathered in anticipation of the tournament to come."Humans, gnomes, dwarves. Even a kobold, likely as not, come sundown. Maybe even more, some day. This is your flock now, lad, even those who'd balk at the idea. Hell, especially those. The world ain't like it used to be, back when the Empire was whole, and Maidensbridge ain't no different, even if it's been a little slow to catch up. It's gonna take a broader view of things than Bishop Lemon possesses to minister to this rabble. An' that's why I want to propose somethin' to ya that you're like to find a little cosmopolitan but hear me out."Bufer leans forward eagerly, his eyes dancing with excitement, and brings his hands together, steepling his fingers."What if we brought it all together under one roof, you and me? Lothian, Glittergold, Yurabbos, Hanseath. I'm sure if we get Emus and Therurt to put the word out, we can find ourselves a dwarven cleric who's lookin' to stake a claim. We have services for all of 'em, anyone who'll come, even the kobolds, if they have a mind to. We make our chapel the real, honest-to-Garl, beatin' heart of Maidensbridge as it really is, instead of some blasted humans-only club for the 'saved'. I could move down here permanent, help you put the place back together, the way Maidensbridge needs it, instead of some glockenspieled monstrosity that Lemon's bound to inflict on ye."Emmerson waves to Ella for a round of ciders and maybe some food."You have an interesting idea, but I need to know what the bishop's thoughts are."Seeing Bufer's face and recognizing the debate to come, Heda is grateful when a cat paws at her ankle. She hops down and follows it inside The Cat & The Fiddle. There, she meets a man at a table, his back against the wall, and he leans in to speak quietly to her. After a moment, she begins picking out what is clearly a tune she's not entirely comfortable with, and the man sings in a foreign language. The difference between the sunlight outside and the dark tavern inside keeps Emmerson and Bufer from seeing any more.</blockquote>

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