Fellowship of the Dice

Dreams expression grows decidedly sour as Mulcarn's cleric enters town. "Hopefully, he'll get along with Kreed as badly as we do," she mutters darkly. Given that Winterson might well also be a threat to Kreed's power, that seems entirely likely. Other than grumbling though, she does nothing, remaining far from the cleric. They were working out their own plan to counter his influence and she was satisfied with that for now.

Drak looks on from the side as the Cleric makes his entrance. Leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed he waits patiently. He wouldn't be caught dead greeting or shaking hands with a Cleric of Mulcarn for any reason.

Aela whines at the arrival of the cleric, but more important to her, his winter wolf. Braedon looks at Aela, "Yeah, I see him." Whines. "Seriously?" Whines. "Yes, yes, his white fur coat is very well kept and majestic looking." Frowning, "Don't get any ideas."

Stepping out from some of the crowd is Stormy Pearl Madison, Kreed new Boss. She brushes her hair back with a hand, "Well hello sexy..." she winks at the young cleric. "Name's Madison, but you can call me Stormy. My boss Kreed is right this way." She turns and leads him toward Kreed with a swagger in her walk that draws many a man's eye. "Gavel! Here is our honored guest, Mr. Winterson."

The cleric, for his part, makes no return gestures to Stormy Pearl, he only walks to follow till Kreed steps out. You watch from the side lines as one of the most important meetings of powers takes place in Falcon's Hollow since your own arrival takes place. "Greetings Gavel Kreed, I am the one spoke of, Fannar Winterson Devote of the White Storm, Herald of the Snow, Protector of the Ice. Is my abode prepared for me?"

Kreed sizes the man up, "Shit you are way younger than I was expecting. I thought you'd be some grizzled of son of a bitch come in here screaming and proselytizing about Mulcarn." Kreed points across teh Market, "There you have it, your Church, was a problem to build in such a short time, but its strong and sturdy and it meets our bargain, which I will take as complete now."

Dreams mutters softly to her companions, "Well, at least we can count on Kreed not to try to suck up to anyone."

Out of curiosity, Dreams looks at Winterson with the sight the gods gave her, looking to see the stain of evil on his soul. It was possible, though unlikely, that he was some foolish dupe of Mulcarn and not genuinely evil.

Celevan stands back and lets Winterson make his entrance. He doesn't move to introduce himself. None of the other townsfolk were, and Celevan holds no official position within the town. But he keeps an eye on the man, trying to get a feel for what sort he is.

The young cleric looks about, "Where are the heralds that arranged this with the Seer? I would meet with them, and thank them for their efforts on Mulcarn's behalf. Tell them I would see them inside." The man gazes about, noticing Dreams nearby, and the strange blue eyes of Celevan looking at him, and Aela looking at his wolf companion. He smiles, and nods politely to any gazing at him.

He turns and gazes at the church, to Kreed he comments, "It shall do. You have done well." He strides to the door and turns back, and lifts his voice which carries over the din of the marketplace as if by magic, "I thank the people of Falcon's Hollow for their wisdom and prudence. Join me, tomorrow, one hour after dawn for a service to thank the Winter God for his mercy and blessings and to seek a mild winter for all the people of the region." He then turns and heads inside, his great wolf following him.

Kreed shakes his head and then calls over to the company, "Did you hear that? Bastard wants to see your little group. Don't do anything stupid in there, you understand me?" He glazes mostly at Dreams.

"We'll try to be diplomatic," Celevan replies to the current master of the town, with a glance over at the temple. "If he remains polite, we will." He looks at the others as if to say, we must. Then, with a gesture of his head toward the temple, he gathers up Suli and follows Winterson inside. "Let's go and meet the competition."

Aela growls at Braedon upon his suggestion she remain outside. "Take it easy, I was only kidding." As he follows Celevan towards the temple entrance, "So, a cleric to the winter god, with the name of Winterson. A bit on the nose yeah?"