'Well. Good, then!' Sett smiled, sipping his mead once it had been poured out for him. Sure, this was pretty good. The wine available in his local church tended to vary in quality, such was the nature of its acquisition, but generally, the stuff that didn't make you choke on either the flavour or the intensity was good to drink. 'I wouldn't want to have arrived at a time when there was naught to do, after all!' And wasn't that just their luck, to have arrived at a time of such intense danger? How droll fate could be, when they still had Dark Elves to scupper the plans of, and dragons to sway to their cause. It felt like an eternity had passed on their mission, yet it had been mere days.

A few other matters came to his attention as he drank. First, Beren's knife-dodging skill proved itself unparalleled. He was a monk, right? So that was no surprise. Then their new Dark Elf companion, Aeryn, showed the crowd of drunks her own prowess with a thrown knife - far better than theirs, frankly, but sufficient as well to make Sett himself yet more concerned about how she might treat him. It was strange - she'd stolen his bag back for him, she threw knives like a champion, he still needed to discuss how they both felt regarding Nicademus, and he wasn't about to forget how she'd snuck in and smelled him and perhaps the others back in the caves... yes, they needed to talk.

And what a shame that those of their party that remained present had crowded round her, Beren and Geradin both. Ursaren... not so much. Actually, was that the old hermit's singing voice outside? Huh. Well, he needed her attention anyway, and wasn't it the case that his persona as a social priest of the gods demanded the attention of others on the regular?

'Heh, "creating life". We're not quite that lucky, Geradin,' Sett called as he walked over to the trio in a bid to make it a... a four-square. He'd considered another term, but that didn't seem appropriate. 'We merely ensured a new child came into the world safely, after all - though not to say digging holes and planting stakes won't do to help keep that new life safe, so well done, my companions, to you for safeguarding it!' He gestured to Beren and Aeryn as he congratulated them, and punctuated that with yet another swig of his mead, largely drained by now. Actually, this really wasn't too dreadful - quite a deep flavour, and sweet of course, which was always a good thing.

'Since it seems our work for the time being is concluded, though,' he pondered, 'what do we reckon we'll do once this meeting is concluded? I, for one, am likely to spend some time praying, perhaps even conduct a sermon if it's desired. The gods are, of course, ever-vigilant to see that the faithful keep their own vigil, not to mention eager for worship by those who truly appreciate them.' A false story, naturally, and a means to tease out where the others would likely be. If Aeryn found herself alone later on in the day, he could confront her privately. If not, he could make himself wait for a more opportune time. Patience was sometimes a necessity in order to pull off a clean theft, and so it was for many other aspects of life, too.

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