Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 22:28:54 GMT -5
An actor was always in training. Or, at least, that was what Sir Benedict had always told him. The craft was an ever growing and evolving thing that never had a true end. It adapted to serve the wielder's needs. Honestly, Donatien thought the old man was being excessively dramatic, but as the years since acquiring his spurs, Donatien had an appreciation for his particular pearls of wisdom. At least, that was what he told himself as he tugged the garb of a priest of the Triune into place.
The crime was a frankly minor one, but Donatien had nonetheless being inspired to investigate it on behalf of Terre Verde's clergy. The box for alms in all the chapels within the city were being robbed. Sometimes they were garnished while other times they were completely barren. The priests refused to believe that it was merely a reduction of charity on the part of the town, especially since it had been happening over the course of a few months. Donatien took it upon himself to investigate the matter, but that required blending in.
One particular chapel, used primarily by the Savarese family, had been particularly targeted. Garbed as a priest, Donatien was able to conduct a more personal investigation. A cursory examination of the grounds revealed little, as he expected. Now he would be forced to examine those who frequented the establishment, particularly during the day.
As he was strolling through the sanctuary, another priest came up behind him, almost frantic, "Brother, you will have to handle confessionals."
"I- What?" Donatien gave the man a double take, realizing that the man who spoke to him seemed green around the gills.
"Please!" He breathed out desperately. "The morning meal is not agreeing me." Without hearing a word of it, the man shuffled him directly into the confessionals. The sound of retreating footfalls echoed throughout the grand room.
Donatien seemed a bit flummoxed before letting out a sigh. This was ridiculous. Why should he stay in here? He stood up to depart the small wooden structure.
Daniela Savarese
The crime was a frankly minor one, but Donatien had nonetheless being inspired to investigate it on behalf of Terre Verde's clergy. The box for alms in all the chapels within the city were being robbed. Sometimes they were garnished while other times they were completely barren. The priests refused to believe that it was merely a reduction of charity on the part of the town, especially since it had been happening over the course of a few months. Donatien took it upon himself to investigate the matter, but that required blending in.
One particular chapel, used primarily by the Savarese family, had been particularly targeted. Garbed as a priest, Donatien was able to conduct a more personal investigation. A cursory examination of the grounds revealed little, as he expected. Now he would be forced to examine those who frequented the establishment, particularly during the day.
As he was strolling through the sanctuary, another priest came up behind him, almost frantic, "Brother, you will have to handle confessionals."
"I- What?" Donatien gave the man a double take, realizing that the man who spoke to him seemed green around the gills.
"Please!" He breathed out desperately. "The morning meal is not agreeing me." Without hearing a word of it, the man shuffled him directly into the confessionals. The sound of retreating footfalls echoed throughout the grand room.
Donatien seemed a bit flummoxed before letting out a sigh. This was ridiculous. Why should he stay in here? He stood up to depart the small wooden structure.
Daniela Savarese