Guards and Order

[NPCs]

"T'll show you in-- and out, if you're impolite," the human says cheerfully as the pair resume their game of dice. As Solras enters the temple, she can hear a cry of 'oye, I had more chips when I went inside!'

The temple is a welcome relief, the heavy stone blocking out much of the heat. It's much less humid and stifling inside as well, something that speaks of some kind of magic. Compared to her last visit, the temple is... busy. There are far more children around, and the dwarf can see a good twenty or so elderly and injured as well. She also can't help but notice that more than two thirds of everyone here is catfolk.  Many of them tense when Solras enters, though most relax when they see she's accompanied by T. As they cross the main room towards a side door, Solras spots the massive Dog snoozing in front of an out of the way door with an empty horse trough that's been freshly licked clean. Down a short hallway, T knocks on a door, waits all of three seconds, then pushes it open. 

[Father Lelldorin]

Inside the room-- a library of impressive size and contents, given the neighborhood, Lelldorin sits at a table with some teenagers. Seven out of the ten are catfolk,with a human, elf and a merikos kender making up the last of them. He looks up from the work in front of him-- he seems to be leading a class on either herbalism or cooking, given that he's preparing some kind of herb-- he gives Solras a careful stare. "Private Solras, wasn't it? Are you here to collect your brethren?" he asks in a strictly neutral tone.

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

T lets Solras enter first, then slouches against the doorframe behind her, crossing her own arms and watching the two interact. 

[Solras, The Protector]

"Not Private, no." Solras corrects softly, before blinking and asking "Brethren?"

[Father Lelldorin]

"No? Did well recently, I suppose? And yes, brethren; I sent word to the guard station an hour ago for them to come and fetch the squad that came around last night." He smiles thinly, not saying a word of censor or reprimand when the teens around him snicker. 

[Solras, The Protector]

"I did what was right to do so. Doing well? I'm not so sure. Was there much damage caused?" Solras seems far more concerned about the prospect of damage than the guards.

[Father Lelldorin]

"Some tears and a ruined bag of cornmeal on our end," Lelldorin says with a slight shrug. "For Nyran guards, they were surprisingly taken in by outward appearances."

[Solras, The Protector]

"I hope you are sending any relevant bills to the guard house." Solras comments with a wry twist to her mouth "But while I am glad that nothing too substantial was harmed, that is not the matter for which I have come here today."

[Father Lelldorin]

"A single bag of cornmeal isn't worth the time needed to fill out the forms," Lelldorin says dismissively, rather noticeably not asking what Solras is doing here then.

[Solras, The Protector]

Right.... so..... guess he's not going to ask and make this easy for me. Solras, the Protector, mutters in the silence of her mind, steeling herself for what must come next.

"<Dw>Once I stood at a crossroads, and you illuminated the paths forward for me. I once agai-</dw>" Solras begind in dwarvish before realizing the language error and breaking off to rephrase. "I've come seeking advice..." she translates rather lamely into Common.

[Father Lelldorin]

"Then ask," Lelldorin says simply, waving the teens to silence when one starts to protest.

[Solras, The Protector]

"Where do I go from here? What do I do?" It's a simple question, and still spoken in Solras's monotone voice, carefully controlled so the voice does not betray any of her internal feelings. Her body on the other hand screams her confusion at the future, hurt at how she was treated for doing what was clearly the correct thing to do, determination to keep helping those that need help, and utter bewilderment at how to accomplish anything anymore.

[Father Lelldorin]

"'ow about you fuck off?" 

Lelldorin glances at the merikos kender girl, who ducks her head but doesn't take back or apologize for her suggestion. "You are not asking for advice, you are asking for an order," the priest finally replies. "Getting advice would require you to explain your situation, your motivation, and your reasoning."

[Solras, The Protector]

"It may take a long time to share all that needs to be shared..." Solras says, wishing she had dressed in something more obviously unrelated to the Guard of which she is no longer a member of... If not formally, then practically... Indefinite unpaid leave being what it is. She's nervous at not having a path, and at talking with strangers in the room, but this is important, and.... well her previous path hadn't worked out well for her, so maybe this will work better. "Would it offend if I sat to tell what should be told?"

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

This should be good, thinks T, hand dropping to ruffle her wolf-- that is, large dog's fur. I'll just stay quiet and let them forget I'm here.