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[center][color=7CFC00]Acolyte Cantor Amentha[/color][/center]
[right]Location: A7 - Ordo Benevolence[/right] 
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It saddened Cantor that such disrespect was displayed so brazenly. In the place of worship, even. Still, he was not insulting God and his Glory, just insulting them, His servants. As such, Cantor kept his silence during the exchange, keeping a straight face as best as possible while the affront continued its assault on the poor Father. For other Acolytes, they seem to be in quite a rage. Others, resignation and defeat. He noticed one peculiar the Acolyte before looking at the Head Priest of Ordo Benevolence, whose aging seemed to increase after the conversation. 

[color=7CFC00] "Father, do we not have any other ways for financial gains? Outside of donations and service fees?"[/color] He paused, questioning where his boundary starts and ends as an acolyte. At the Monastery, his only concern was his daily chants and duties as an embalmer. When his Father told him to rest, he rested. When his Father told him to work, he worked. Sure, he was somewhat rebellious back then like partly dressed when doing the farmwork. But even then, he was still in line for an Acolyte. However, he understands his Head Priest, his adopted Father. This Father? The only interaction he has is the current one. Still, he deemed that his concern was coming from the worriedness of a student about their teacher's hardship. Something well within the boundary of an Acolyte. 

[color=7CFC00] "In our Monastery, we also offered the service of a sellsword to maintain our daily practices and rituals. Do we not have any warriors affiliated with us?"[/color] He continued, scanning the faces of others in the building, their anger palpable through their actions. [color=7CFC00]"Perhaps we can create a band of warriors for our own, or try to let others  work with us in exchange for free service?" [/color]

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Nevertheless, works wait for no one. After receiving the answer, Cantor bowed his head in respect to Father Nathaniel before going back to his station. He worked till all his assigned cadavers were finished, their ceremonies conducted before cleaning his hands. It seems he got some time before the nightly supper and afternoon prayers. As such, he took it upon himself to resupply others with what they needed, whether it was more embalming liquid, clean tools, or just a simple exchange of nods to let others know of his existence. Still, he went to the worried Acolyte he noticed earlier. Or perhaps rage? Frustration? The way her fists clenched and brows furrowed as Nathaniel insulted their service. It must have disturbed her enough for her tools to remain unclean after work. 

[color=7CFC00] "Good evening Sister, I am Cantor Amentha. An acolyte."[/color] He introduced himself before motioning to the tools on the table. [color=7CFC00]"Mind if I help you?" [/color]