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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 3170472" data-attributes="member: 46615">As I walked back to the group I saw that not all had been idle. While I spoke with the Prince, Moxadder and Argonne had rifled through the corpses. Peasants, through and through, scrounging for anything of value.Baastian gathered us together and hurried us along, wishing to leave the scene quickly so that we brought no extra attention ourselves. We ended up back at the Green Arms to discuss the recent events, and more importantly to have a few stiff drinks to settle our nerves. I relayed my conversation with the Prince to the group and when it came to the Prince’s reward, I upended the contents of the pouch onto the table. There were maybe fifty Silver Sickles and a few Gold Gromits. These were quickly divvied, but the most impressive object from the pouch was a ring. Mortec grabbed almost before it hit the table, saying, “If I’m not mistaken, and I rarely am, this ring is marked with the crown, the royal symbol of Guerney.” Baastian looked it over, looked at me and said, “I fear that the Prince did not intend to give you that particular pouch, Gerard.”I took the ring from him and remarked as I stood, pushing myself from my chair, “I must return it to him and advise him of his mistake.” It should not have surprised me that I was almost instantaneously shouted down, but it did. Those gathered clearly saw the ring as some source of income, whereas I saw it returning the ring as the right thing to do. I was no petty thief in the night. That was obviously not a concern of my companions.I sought to reason with them, arguing that it was not ours to take, especially as it was undoubtedly wrongly given. Baastian sided with the others and argued that the Prince was an arrogant and selfish man and more importantly, had previously not been civil to our potential employer. He had even gone so far as to publicly humiliate the Barony, if not the Baron himself.Whilst I am in no particular favour of equality, after all it does go against my upbringing and my very nature, I quickly saw that there was no point arguing any further; these people did not give me the respect I deserved. It seemed that parentage did not translate well to the masses, so I washed my hands of the ring and told them that they could do with it what they wished. Strav snatched the jewelery from me, I think more in annoyance at my suggestion than anything else, and slid it on his finger. He attempted to muffle his surprise as he said, “Interesting! The crown signet is replaced by a splintered dagger when I wear it.” I did not actually ask what a splintered dagger was, I just assumed he meant broken. I would have to remember that tidbit of information. One day it may come in handy.My rapier wielding comrade looked thoughtful as some hurried discussion broke around the table. I tried to remain ignorant of the ring, I did not want to be a party to it and turned to Mortec and asked about his family roots. His family was in the armour business, and were very well respected or so Mortec said. We stayed a little longer at the Green Arms and drank into more of Baastian’s hospitality. Finally he decided that the others had had enough time to settle their rapidly beating hearts and we headed off for the Convent of the Doves.By this stage revelry and excitement was everywhere to be beheld. The populace had truly come out to worship Laster in the appropriate fashion. Many were inebriated, they staggered and fell all too frequently into our path. Drugs were evident everywhere, as were their users. People sat in the street smoking, snorting and even drinking various narcotics. They all seemed very, very happy. There were even amorous displays for all to see. One such dalliance was in the mud on the side of the road and another against a wall in an alley we passed. Ah Laster, how proud and happy he would be at such devotion!We passed a monk of Hutenkama, a strange sect that I knew little of other than that they provided protections and cures from all manner of ailments. I paid for a protection from diseases, often a good idea on a night like this. The monk himself was a small man, maybe a smidge over five feet tall. He wore robes that exposed his hands and sandaled feet. As soon as my coin crossed his palm the little old man began jumping and spinning around me, twisting his gnarled fingers into obscure shapes before finally ending his strange little dance and dabbing some ink on my forehead whilst mumbling some sort of blessing. One can never be too cautious when potentially dealing with diseases of the loins.I do not quite know what happen to Mortec or Moxadder but they were not with us when we arrived at the Convent. I suspect that Moxadder spent his reward fairly quickly. There were hundreds gathered at the holy site, mostly men but also some women, hoping, perhaps praying for selection by one of the Sisters. Quickly I left the company of the others and somehow manoeuvred my way through the mass of bodies closer to the convent itself, hoping to be more visible to the nuns. I had never really doubted that I would be selected although I must admit a small relief that I did not have to go back to Nightingale Street. A sultry seductress had sidled up next to me. I felt her hand gently clasp my own. Her touch sent a chill through me, but it was nothing compared to what I felt later.I cannot say whether it was luck, the piety of the Sister of the Veil or the monk of Hutenkama, but I never did acquire any disease from that night of unimaginable pleasure. What was experienced that night is between myself and the nameless Sister. All I will say on the matter is that if you do ever get the opportunity to be with one, accept it! I found out the next day that Morgan and Argonne were also selected by a Sister and I have no doubt that they enjoyed the experience as much as I did.Oh yes, I thought this strange at the time, and I remember it now whilst writing so I’ll mention it. My veiled pleasurer mentioned that she would give me a portent in a week’s time. I have not experienced anything that remotely felt like a portent as yet.</blockquote>

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