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[onlyscion]

A young, eighteenth-century man enters, slightly grubby, with a leather satchel under his arm. Maybe he vaguely resembles a certain family by the name of Norrington, maybe he doesn't

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[metody_green]

"People ought to be compensated for the work they put forth, but it doesn't always have to be money. Isn't volunteering for a Church a way of repaying it for what it's done for you?"

He's a little bit fuzzy on the topic. Religion has never been a big part of the young man's life.

[onlyscion]

Alex thinks it over. "I suppose. My uncle's a priest; the Church has never failed to put food on our table."

[metody_green]

"Have you talked with them about it, though? It seems to concern you a bit."

[onlyscion]

"Supposedly my uncle, I sort of work under him, is talking to them. It's just taking longer than I'd like."