Orodyuke listened silently to the innkeeper's tirade. The man's anger was misplaced, but his words might very well end up saving the girl's life. Despite the thirty years or so that had passed, Orodyuke's memory was long, and the absurdity and injustice of the current world still inflamed him. It was time to leave.
He thanked the innkeeper for his hospitality, then turned to trudge with Alex through the bleak streets. "Nay" he said, in regards to her concern. "Advice that offends is the most useful kind. You can be sure they won't forget it."
As they approached the old cathedral, he could see It was milling with people, most of keen purpose, while others loitered. It'd been years since he'd seen this many people in one place and the effect was slightly disconcerting. The building itself was imposing despite its condition, and established itself as a symbol of solidarity in the city. Ironically, works portraying the Great Creator himself dotted the outside, but their destruction and the repurposing of the place from one of worship to one of aid gave a sense of defying the anti-god in his own home. Something Orodyuke approved of.
He doubted the priests would give him what he wanted straight away. First he'd have to work for the betterment of the city and earn their attention. But busy as they were with the burdensome task of organising the city, who knew how long it would be before the priests would find time to grant him an audience for his research.
They were just entering the shadow of the great building when Orodyuke beheld two men in dispute at its exterior, and Alex motioned for him to go ahead. Scenes like this were common wherever you went in the world these days. He knew it was usually just the result of built up frustration and despair, but that often meant it was any well-meaning mediator that came out of it the worse. It was not his business to intervene, especially as a newcomer in these parts, but since Alex was trying to break them up, he hung back, expression grim, if only to show that she had some backup in case the men decided words no longer sufficed.
He thanked the innkeeper for his hospitality, then turned to trudge with Alex through the bleak streets. "Nay" he said, in regards to her concern. "Advice that offends is the most useful kind. You can be sure they won't forget it."
As they approached the old cathedral, he could see It was milling with people, most of keen purpose, while others loitered. It'd been years since he'd seen this many people in one place and the effect was slightly disconcerting. The building itself was imposing despite its condition, and established itself as a symbol of solidarity in the city. Ironically, works portraying the Great Creator himself dotted the outside, but their destruction and the repurposing of the place from one of worship to one of aid gave a sense of defying the anti-god in his own home. Something Orodyuke approved of.
He doubted the priests would give him what he wanted straight away. First he'd have to work for the betterment of the city and earn their attention. But busy as they were with the burdensome task of organising the city, who knew how long it would be before the priests would find time to grant him an audience for his research.
They were just entering the shadow of the great building when Orodyuke beheld two men in dispute at its exterior, and Alex motioned for him to go ahead. Scenes like this were common wherever you went in the world these days. He knew it was usually just the result of built up frustration and despair, but that often meant it was any well-meaning mediator that came out of it the worse. It was not his business to intervene, especially as a newcomer in these parts, but since Alex was trying to break them up, he hung back, expression grim, if only to show that she had some backup in case the men decided words no longer sufficed.