[i]"Once more than a few go bad, the whole batch is usually rotten,"[/i] Cedric thought to himself, not ready to just let his guard down around Tarquin just because he claimed to be a "good" drow.  But he also figured that if Tarquin had a reason to want him dead, he probably wouldn't still be breathing, let alone chatting about rotten apples.  

"I don't know, but can't blame folk for being a little leery."  He jerked his chin back toward the chapel.  "Rockmar's getting a lecture about the virtues of Justicia and I think that other chap...  Felmer... is still poking around in the basement.  You think Father Beacom knows where that hammer is?"