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Ceolfric's brow lazily canted upward as his siren song took hold of the man's mind and ripped his secrets from his lips. Hardly something to hide. Why, if this 'Jar' hadn't followed up with that last part, Ceolfric might've even called his work noble - these woods certainly needed safe havens, what with the undead and demons and gods know what else skulking about. Still, he was no stranger to the disenfranchised who mouthed along to praises of a higher power solely for the earthly rewards they could scavenge from the congregation. They served their purpose well enough, at least when the purpose was to pillage and slaughter. He doubted they fared as well when calling forth blessings from on high, unless Melanar or whatever other woeful deity that protects them was especially generous.

[color=AA4A44]"Seems an odd vocation to hide. This forest needs all the blessings it can get,"[/color] the bandit commented flatly. Maybe this idiot saw the danger in claiming holy purpose in the name of a god he didn't truly honor, but otherwise it definitely felt like something wasn't being said.

His train of thought was promptly derailed by Cerric's blunder into the midst of the situation, though Ceolfric could hardly lament their loss of subtlety now that he was firmly in control of the interaction. He might've even welcomed Cerric's input, were it not a condition of their assignment that the elf deliberately be as unhelpful as possible while he evaluated them. Still, didn't hurt to try.

[color=aa4a44]"Seems like a misunderstanding. Don't suppose you're versed in the local wilderness cults, are you, Mister Liadon?"[/color] Ceolfric asked as his head lulled in the vague direction of the man's voice, [color=aa4a44]"I'd hate for this little altercation to lead to trouble down the road."[/color] He left out the [i]'or I'll march into their little meadow and consecrate it in something far less pleasant than incense'[/i] that he'd wanted to tack on, unsure if Kanithson was even lucid enough to heed threats at the moment anyway. 
 
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