As the Constable watched the sailors take the dinghy back to the Elfleda, leaving Tarquin alone with Father Beacom, he sighed.  "Once the priest finds an ear, he's not likely to let your elf friend go so easily."  Leofwine began making his way down the hill toward the dock, leaving the others to either follow him or stay and wait.

Cedric looked to Wimena, Rockmar, Eve, and the quiet, floating woman.  Rockmar obviously had martial training, but he wondered about the others and where their specialities lie...  "Eve," he asked, "if we find ourselves in trouble, can you do that protection spell anywhere?  I mean, do we have to be in a building or could it work even out here in a field?"

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A flicker of recognition passed over the hawkish priest's face, but a zealot already resigned to death could not be unnerved by the elf.  "You speak that filth in the same breath you dare demand holy water blessed by Justica?"

"Father!" Leofwine barked, imposing at even his advancing age.  He hadn't been close enough to hear exactly what had been said, but judging by the sour expressions on each man's face, he could guess that Father Beacom was ingratiating himself to the elf just as he did for everyone lately.  "Get him what he needs or, by Justicia herself, I'll bring armed men into your chapel to retrieve it."

"Fine!" Father Beacom spat, the threat of desecration to the chapel more than he could bear. "It will make no difference in the end."

As he left, Leofwine pointed toward the small chapel, which looked to be the only structure here built from stone and not wood.  "I was part of Lord Rolf's ...  the first, not his son ... crew that discovered this island.  That was the only structure here."