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[IC] The Lesser of Two Heresies.

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Silhar:
The priest regards you with a dark smirk on his face.
"As a matter of fact, yes", he says after a short while, shuddering visibly at the memory. "Now that you mention it, they have a kind of emblem. A collared barking dog's head. Not really ingenious, but has the morale effect..."

Klear:
"So are we talking mad dogs, or are they organized? And if so, who's holding their leash?" MkLear asks, hoping to steer the conversation towards more useful topics - and away from its current direction, which is uncomfortable to him for some reason.

Silhar:
"Hard to tell, y'know. If it comes to pillage, they don't look the leashlings part", the Father responds. "I know there's that Wolf character who poses as the headmaster, but as far as I'm concerned these bastards come in smaller packages. You better ask other folks in the town, few share the past with this particular gutter."
The priest sighs, as though even mentioning the problem was burdensome to him.
"There's, for instance, that Jesco guy. We've found him almost dead, with a huge bullet hole through his back. Says one of hounds did it. Betcha he'd know more than I do. Might even be willing to help you. But I'd see with the Seer first. Maybe she is that wicked witch of sorts, but might have some clever insights. Always does."

Klear:
"If you insist," MkLear draws heavily from his lho-stick and then exhales, leaving the smoke hanging in the air. "Let's get it over with."

Silhar:
So you leave the Priest's lodging as he cheers you with a simple nod and a faint smile, and you head towards the place Verd himself shows you with an extended tentacle.
"There", he says, encouraging you to go in that direction. "Drop in to a canteen later, will ya? We might swap some traveller tales or stuff over some mug or two."
Then he walks away as you roll towards a tiny cave inside the wall of rumbled stone. The cave has some kind of door built in.

Behind a decayed wooden portal there is a really short corridor looking like a hallway. A place to wait for your turn, kinda like at chirurgeon's. There's even a bench to sit on.
Dirty, tattered curtain separating the hallway from rest of the cave is drawn only in half. You barely see anything inside – light from small fireplace is too little to reveal much more than outlines of two people.
“...helped us, so I wanted to pay back for...”, says one of them, a woman. She holds something in her hands, giving it to the other one. But that other, taller one, doesn't let her do it.
“Ah, Tamara. There is no need for you to repay me for this favour. You really need it more than I do.”
The other speaker is also a woman. There is something strange in calming softness of her voice.
“You are filling me with grief by thinking I would take your last thrones in return for such a trifle. You can surely find a better use for them.”

Tamara says nothing. She just nods her head a few times, going to exit backwards until she reaches the curtain. Then she turns around quickly and runs out, not looking at any of the Acolytes.
The Seer throws some wood into a small fire. It gets brighter.
Now she can be seen more clearly - as a slender woman clad in some exotic robes. She somehow seems strange to you, although definitely not in an intimidating manner.

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