Chapter Forty-Six: An Apology

Chapter Forty-Six: An Apology

The perplexed leatherworker soon leaves the guild, and Telar puts away her notes to give to Tarl once hes done with his short sabbatical. Her door opens again, and shes surprised to see a certain gnome walk in, though his orc companion is much less of a surprise.

Head Priest Torlon! And Freddie! To what do I owe the pleasure? she asks, before remembering. Ah, right. The consecration. How did it go?

The gnome and orc exchange a look before the Head Priest speaks. Well its consecrated. But I worry we may have insulted the dungeon. Telar looks confused at that.

Insulted? How? She sighs and digs out a scroll. This sounds like its going to be complicated.

Torlon looks to Freddie. You were there, son. Go ahead.

We went to go do the consecration, and the Head, er the acolyte in charge tried to consecrate it in the name of the Crystal Shield, and it didnt work. Then he tried to force it, and that didnt work either. Then one of the Ratkin that lives there tried, and it worked. And the acolyte started making a scene because of it. Grim, the skeleton scion, came up and shushed him, and the acolyte attacked, but it had no effect. Uh then we left, he explains, giving a quick summary of what happened.

Torlon speaks up next. The former Head Acolyte has been punished and is no longer afforded even the small position of power he had. Hes a good lad, but headstrong, not thinking things through. I told him to do a general consecration, but I fear his zeal may have made things difficult for us all. Is there any way to make amends with the dungeon?

Telar tries not to groan at the potential mess theyve put on her desk. Well, youre correct to demote the one who tried that. Consecrating an area in a dungeon in the name of any deity forms a pact, which could have been even more of a potential mess if the dungeon had accepted. And then trying to force the matter I personally would suggest against him going back into that dungeon for a long time, possibly ever again.

She sighs. And as for making amends thats complicated. If it was a toybox, a simple gift and apology would usually be enough. If it was belligerent or murderous, thered be no real point in trying to apologize. But the Fourdock dungeon is cooperative. That doesnt mean its a pushover, that means its willing to cooperate if it can get something.

She takes a few moments to gather her thoughts, glad shes been reading up on cooperative dungeons, and letting the two fidget in discomfort. She turns her eyes on Freddie. You said you left? Not that you were chased out?

He nods. Yeah, after Grim shushed him, the skeleton simply turned and left.

And the Ratkin wasnt hostile either?

The young orc shakes his head, and Telar relaxes at least a little. Well, I dont think it directly took insult, but a proper apology of some kind would be a good idea. Most cooperative dungeons respond well to an expenditure of effort and will.

Freddie still looks uncertain, but nods. Yeah, every time Ive seen him, hes over here somewhere, doing groundskeeper or groundsreaper things, I guess? Huh. Hey, Grim! Youve got company! Go see what they want. Im pretty sure theyre not here to start trouble, at least. The skeleton stands from the small flower patch where daffodils have been growing, and makes his way towards the pair.

Freddie and the Priest head for the center of the graveyard, and the Priest looks around approvingly. It is sanctified, as you said. And seems to be well cared for, too. It broke my heart how Neverrest treated this place. Im glad its in better hands.

The two mostly wander for a few minutes while Grim makes his way over, the living quietly appreciating the work and the rest of the dead. The priest notices Grim first, which isnt surprising. Id wager this guy is even stronger than Elf Guy.

Ah, the skeleton scion. You said his name is Grim, Freddie? He does cut an imposing figure, doesnt he? Said imposing figure stops before the two and waits. It takes almost a minute for the two to realize Grim cant speak, so its on them to start any conversation, one-sided as it may be. The priest clears his throat and takes a step forward.

Greetings, Grim. And greetings dungeon, as well. Grim gives a nod, and the gnome continues. Id like to apologize on behalf of the Church of the Crystal Shield for the behavior of one of our acolytes. He was asked to do a general consecration, not one in the name of The Shield, and he certainly was not asked to attack your scion, he says, raising his voice like I cant hear him. Thats fair, though. He probably hasnt talked to a lot of dungeons.

So Ive come to make amends, if amends can be made. I offer you my shield as part of the apology, he says, and holds the shield towards Grim, who tilts his head in question. Yes, I mean it. It is yours to do with as you will. It protected me through my days as an adventurer, and is important to me, just as a peaceful relationship between you and the Church is important to me, too.

Well, Im glad hes taking it seriously. I probably would have just let him be, but he seems to genuinely want to try to make it up to me. Its a little awkward to take his shield from him, but Im not getting any notices of pacts or whatever, so I tell Grim to go ahead and accept it.

The gnome smiles in relief once he does. Thank you, dungeon. Ive also been told a good way to try to make up for the mistake is to do some delving? Would you be amenable to that? Heck yeah I would be! I even know what I want him to do or at least try to do.

Grim nods and points past the gates, where the belfry of the house can just be seen over the various rooftops of the town, and Freddie speaks up. Over there is where most of the fun stuff is, sir. This side is still a bit of a mess, from what I could tell with Mr Tarl.

The gnome smiles and gives Grim a small bow. Thank you, Grim. Ill go delve where its appropriate to do so, then. The two turn to leave, and once theyre out of sight, I tell Grim to take a shortcut. I know exactly where I want that shield.

By the time the two enter the typical delver gates, I have things prepared. Freddie is looking excited and directs his boss to the porch to see what information there is to see, and stops and stares at the little wooden sign dangling from the rafters. The priest, though, simply smiles at the sign.

Thats it? That doesnt seem like too difficult a task, he says, peering at the sign. Theyre much more legible already, thanks to Honeys help.

Loot Tinys Chest