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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 2640210" data-attributes="member: 15549">While he had not expected trumpets and banners upon their return, Zeric thought that perhaps the High Priestess would have been slightly more pleased to see them return.~Or perhaps she is angry that I pressed on when the others returned after Kazmojen had been slain. Why would she care beyond the fact that Raven followed me vice the others? I will find out later I suppose...~While a few days ago, Zeric had no doubt that he would have been preparing to storm out of the church in a huff and damn the consequences, the simple fact was he was too tired to damn anything or one but himself at the moment. While the healing the Cudgels had provided, had removed the wounds; the fatigue from fighting, adrenaline, moving the amassed treasure, and lack of any sleep had sapped nearly all of Zeric's strength.Matching the High Priestess' gaze as best he could, Zeric nodded once and stood beside the others, all too aware of his disheveled appearance.As the priestess began telling them of the city's past and the dangers it faced from the possibility of the approaching fall rains, Zeric could not believe the other churches would allow themselves to become so lackluster in their duties to the city that housed them. However, it was not his place to seek to decipher the will of the other gods when he himself still could not always understand what Cuthbert truly wanted out of him.~My life for the slaver's...a deal struck and made when he gave us victory...~As the priestess finished, Zeric listened as the scribe spoke of hiring dwarven masons to overhaul the city's drainage systems and smiled at the suggestion. While Zeric was still new to the city, he knew that only one person held enough power to have something like that suggested and while it was a good idea how would the commoners who had to pay for it feel of having their crops and wares taxed more to make it happen."While the dwarves would do it for the right price Elyas, it would be the workers of the city who paid for it and when their taxes go up, the donations in the coffers go down. If the coffers begin to go, the churches begin to complain and then the city would tell them "If you could stop this, we wouldn't need this now would we?". It is a cruel cycle and balancing act that everyone in power plays, and the ones that always suffer the most are the workers who just want a safe place to rest their bones at night."Rubbing some of the grit from his eyes, Zeric looked up briefly at the high priestess for a moment before speaking more to the others."As to who could want to stop the church from using the wands to help the city? There are always though who seek to find an advantage when a weakness presents itself. If any in the theives' guild caught wind of this, I am sure they would seek to blackmail the city, using their priests to control the water to their advantage. A fanatical druid could see this as his chance to wash this spot of civilization away, or any other crazied follower of anything. There is nothing more dangerous than a fanatic..."Realizing the irony of his last statement, Zeric paused for a moment before pressing on."How long before High Priest Delasharn returns from gathering the wands? While I can not speak for the others, but you know I will assist the temple as best I can, per our contract, as well as mine with Cuthbert. However without some rest, the orphans I plan on visiting in the morning could sneak up on me right now."</blockquote>

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