Well this is... new. (Introduction)

[priorphilip]

Philip woke up in the middle of the woods, head aching from the blow it had received. He found himself, however, able to get to his feet. Nothing looked familiar... they must have been taking himself somewhere when he fell off the horse or cart they had tied him to. Odd, certainly, but in such chaotic times

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[myrddin_wyllt]

It's not inconceivable that in his walking, Father Philip would come across an older man with long hair, a long beard, smoking a sweet-smelling pipe.

The old git is busy picking plants, muttering things to himself.

Father, meet Merlin. This should be interesting.

[priorphilip]

"Good morrow," Philip greets him respectfully, for his age if nothing else.

[myrddin_wyllt]

The wizard looks up. "Good morrow," he says, smiling friendlily. "Taking a walk, are we?" He tugs on his pipe.

[priorphilip]

"I'm afraid I'm a bit lost, in truth. I thought I had been taken captive, but it seems I find myself instead at liberty in a strange place."

[myrddin_wyllt]

“I can imagine so,” Merlin replies, understandingly. “Have you been walking long?”

[priorphilip]

"Not very. Perhaps a half hour?"

[myrddin_wyllt]

“Not very long indeed.” He tugs on his pipe, draws a smoke ring. “If you are looking for civilization, it’s that way.” He points in the direction of a path.

[priorphilip]

He smiles and inclines his head. "I thank you."

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Welcome, Father," Merlin replies amiably. He smells of it. Clearly - pious people have a specific psychic scent, and as Christianity was the end of the Old Ways, Merlin is particularly attune to that.

It's one of the reasons he never approached Anita Blake.

[priorphilip]

The monk's robes make it plain enough to most people, so Philip doesn't find the assumption odd. "Bless you, goodman." And he moves to go the direction Merlin indicated.

[myrddin_wyllt]

"Always," Merlin replies, smiling. He turns to the shrub he was tending, then decides otherwise.

"Be prudent."