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Before Datz and you can react to the gesture, the gray-haired priest approaches with a tired expression. He holds a bottle containing a purple liquid inside, which he takes a sip of with great glee every few seconds or so. The strange cleric talks to his peer with a deep, bored tone that matches his face perfectly. "C'mon, Glorissor. Ye can't ask much from gnolls, let alone gnoll *outsiders* like these. It's a deadly combination."
"Yes, but... but still!" The old dwarf insists. "Murdock, if this gnoll is truly the saviour sent to us by Lord Anu, it is to be expected that he knows to be a proper Anustian! How- HOW can he forget such basic rules that common sense dictates?!"
"Well, clearly he doesn't have a clue about those things..." The drinking priest shrugs. "I mean, whatcha gonna do 'bout it? Complain to the Lord that He didn't send a 'proper' saviour or somethin'?
"What?..." Despite the casual tone of the other dwarf, his words seem to hit Glorissor hard. He lowers his gaze, his anger appearing to subside. "No, no, of course not... but there are *standards* he must meet, regardless."
The humielet called Murdock sips on his drink and sighs. "Listen, pal. Our guests here will learn to be courteous, sooner or later. Lemme' talk to them and see what they want."
Glorissor stares at Datz and you, remaining silent. Soon, he sighs. "Very well... I shall forgive this. Ignorance is no sin, though it IS annoying." He walks away from you, but glances over at the dwarf and his bottle one more time. "Murdock, you have been drinking all day. Are you sure it is not time to stop?"
"Relax. I know what I'm doi-" A loud burp escapes his mouth. The old dwarf rolls his eyes and goes away, this time for real. The rest of the church settles down and go back to their praying business.
