Xadian was all smiles and charm.
"An yes! Father*, I was actually wondering if you might help me with some information. You see, that distasteful display at the well in the square, it has ruined my plans for tea this evening, what with the poisoning and all, and I was hoping to have a chat with whoever did it, possibly get them to fix it, of *clears throat* tell me how to fix it myself. I don't suppose you were able to gather any clues onto the culprits were you?"
(*Or whatever the clergy is referred to by I mean for all my slim player knowledge the preists could be called Sisters...which would be weird...)
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Who's bright idea was it to stave off natural selection by putting warning labels onto household items?
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