Osondria D'esserain, Cleric of Helm (Elmore) |
As suspected, the PCs, after escaping the kobold-infested sewer, realised they needed a cleric. So on to the Temple District (which is now mostly townhouses for the wealthy) and up the Street of Seven Altars to the Temple of Tymora.
The Acolytes were very helpful; wounds were healed, baths made available, and clean robes provided ("In all charity friends, you reek of the midden. The Laundress will surely earn her keep on the morrow...") and a simple-but-hardy stew was served ("We harvest the mussels ourselves, from the mouth of the river!").
All for a moderate donation. "All Coin is Good, but Gold is Best. It Guarantees a Blissful Rest..."
The next morning, in the Refectory, over fresh fruit, bread and cheese, the PCs inquired if any of the temple clergy were available for hire.
"Regrettably, no..." they were informed. "Our duties preclude. But if it's a cleric you seek, mayhap the All-Seeing Helm has sent you one, unlooked for? She meditates in our garden."
"I don't think we're hiring out..." |
The PCs introduced themselves, explained their interests, and the tall cleric responded. "I am Osondria D'esserain of Waterdeep, Acolyte of Helm Hammer-Hand. I too arrived in this city intending to join the new Golden Legion, but I was delayed upon the road and my party slain, and missed my chance to sail. It seems to me that we three are destined to meet this day, so I will join you, until such time as transport to New Amn can be arranged...
...and an equal share of any treasure. For the Church, you know."
"We know." said Ranger and Gnome in unison.
To be continued...
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