Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 22:46:05 GMT -5
Donatien did a great deal in the name of justice. Sir Benedict had impressed him that it was important to do whatever was necessary, just so long as it did not bear the cost of innocents in the process. The latter could certainly be difficult to enact. Evil was willing to enact damage to attain victory, and it could be difficult for Donatien to understand why good could not the same thing. Sir Benedict had wisely pointed out that the ends did not always justify the means, especially when it came to justice. It was far too easy for some to use it as a sword rather than a shield. The purpose of justice was to protect the innocent from further harm, no matter how sweet vengeance may seem.
It was a concept that Donatien still struggled with to this day.
Tugging at his priest's cassock, he found the outfit a strange thing to wear. Why he did this was unknown. After all, he had worn the damn thing several times in the past. Indeed, it fit him so well that random folk from the streets would approach him for a random blessing. In that regard, it perhaps worked too well. That was why, on that particular day, he also wore a light cloak to mostly conceal his identity. It was easy to blame it on the evening chill in the air.
The man darted down an alley and drew in a deep breath. Donatien was finally getting to the heart of the matter. The stolen wine and brandy had been traced to Bordelaix, but actually finding it was proving difficult. Thus, Donatien took the patient approach and merely... listened. Quiet word eventually spread that a group of individuals were selling bottles of wine and brandy at discount prices within the Lilac district. Patrons were remarking on the excellent quality of the wine.
Thus led Donatien to the alley, approaching particularly seedy looking characters.
"Eh? What have we here?" A man, looking suitably garbed in seedy looking clothing, sneered in the priest's direction. He moved protectively in front of the small cart that was covered by a thick tarp. "You lost, father?" The two other men looked at Donatien curiously.
"Ah," Donatien started nervously before clearing his throat, "I-I've heard that you're selling wine."
"Have you?"
"Y-Yes. Y-you see, my church is hard pressed for funds lately, and we... we need wine for ... for our service. I-I've heard that you're s-selling at good prices."
The man eyed Donatien for a long moment. "Yeah. You heard right. Five silvers per bottle."
"That IS a good price. May I see one...?"
There was lengthy silence before the man pulled out a bottle from the cart and casually tossed it toward the priest. Donatien made a play at barely catching it. "Oh, my! This... looks expensive."
"It is, but we're, ah, generous folks."
"Are you? So generous that you'll tell me where you got it from?" The tenor of Donatien's voice suddenly changed, putting the men on edge. Things were about to get interesting...
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It was a concept that Donatien still struggled with to this day.
Tugging at his priest's cassock, he found the outfit a strange thing to wear. Why he did this was unknown. After all, he had worn the damn thing several times in the past. Indeed, it fit him so well that random folk from the streets would approach him for a random blessing. In that regard, it perhaps worked too well. That was why, on that particular day, he also wore a light cloak to mostly conceal his identity. It was easy to blame it on the evening chill in the air.
The man darted down an alley and drew in a deep breath. Donatien was finally getting to the heart of the matter. The stolen wine and brandy had been traced to Bordelaix, but actually finding it was proving difficult. Thus, Donatien took the patient approach and merely... listened. Quiet word eventually spread that a group of individuals were selling bottles of wine and brandy at discount prices within the Lilac district. Patrons were remarking on the excellent quality of the wine.
Thus led Donatien to the alley, approaching particularly seedy looking characters.
"Eh? What have we here?" A man, looking suitably garbed in seedy looking clothing, sneered in the priest's direction. He moved protectively in front of the small cart that was covered by a thick tarp. "You lost, father?" The two other men looked at Donatien curiously.
"Ah," Donatien started nervously before clearing his throat, "I-I've heard that you're selling wine."
"Have you?"
"Y-Yes. Y-you see, my church is hard pressed for funds lately, and we... we need wine for ... for our service. I-I've heard that you're s-selling at good prices."
The man eyed Donatien for a long moment. "Yeah. You heard right. Five silvers per bottle."
"That IS a good price. May I see one...?"
There was lengthy silence before the man pulled out a bottle from the cart and casually tossed it toward the priest. Donatien made a play at barely catching it. "Oh, my! This... looks expensive."
"It is, but we're, ah, generous folks."
"Are you? So generous that you'll tell me where you got it from?" The tenor of Donatien's voice suddenly changed, putting the men on edge. Things were about to get interesting...
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