>>6071510>§4 out of §4 kludge equipment destroyed/lost/abandoned in your attempts>kludge requirement for next search of Church is a flat §2You find the chantry on the second half of the arm of the Ͳ. There's someone in there: there's candle light and Whitey incense.
It's a Sissy (Priest or Nun; clerical noncombatant, usually). Soft looking, most probably Humie; can't be sure without seeing more than his outline. There are Humies who grow tall as Binnys (Elves) or short as Axebeards, or thick as Orcs. Not many (~12%); not enough for you to be more than fairly certain he's Humie.
There's just four candles on, and he's very still, half hidden by the pews and shadowed by the altar, but you see him fine: round shouldered, shaved head, bit fatty, cheap cloth shoes. You can't hear his prayers but you can hear him praying: a little echo carries through the empty room.
The way he clasps his hands in prayer is off: one hand half missing; right hand's thumb, fore and middle fingers gone, the rest scar-melty like it's been burned or poison bit. Bad Hit.
Beside him is his Holy Moly book, with a Holy Moly hammer. Hammer's single handed, with a wrist strap. Those are usually made pretty nice from what you know, but you'll need to get thwacked proper to find out if they gotz zapzaps n <span class="mu-b">thunda</span>.
Since he's here muttering you can't rummage behind the altar as you would have. You take a doorstop and a hymnal instead; you can always block off a door from opening in a hurry with a doorstop, and a book o toily paper's always useful.
You leave him to his bizniz bothering his gods; when he comes along the corridors you'll smell the incense on him and give him the dodge, easy.
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The room a little bit from outside the chantry entrance is done up: door and frame fitted, varnished, with a plaque outside, brass letters on plain wood, matching (almost but not really, kek) the door:
<span class="mu-s">{C U R A}</span>
Locked, drat it, but the keyhole's big. You peek through it and see about half a room. Books, Holy Molys, things on walls.
Smallish fitted windows, opague glass panes in fancy green and white diamonds. Just a hooklock on the inside keeping it closed, holding the pane to the frame. You'll try that in a bit.
Ooh, a SORD. Biggun. Rough looking scabbard, rough wood with ringmail hangers at the hilt and tip. Studded shoulder belt draped over. Looks like it's been through a few good scraps, or one Bad Un. Nice handle: steel, forged in rings. Heavy looking crosshilt and pommel.
Not mounted on the wall though; leaning on the corner between a wall and a bookshelf. Like it's...shamed.
Here's the parrish setter, or greeting room; a sitting room but HolyMoly-like.
The room beyond the setter, behind another door, should be the parrish dow (lodge room), where the Big Sissy of this place sleeps.
You're not trying the door tonight; even if unlocked the hinges might be squealy and the Sissy might recognize his door getting opened.
Hooklocked windows tho...
