As Morning Dawned

"Right. My kind." Fred said impatiently. "So just what am I supposed to do in the meanwhile?!"

"That is none of my concern." the priestess said impassionately. "I suppose you are free for the time being. But remember you are still in the employ of the Church, so the drinking of alcoholic beverages is strictly prohibited! Likewise, the use of narcotics, womanizing, impure thoughts, slovenliness, eating of fatty foods, pushiness, carousing, prissiness, fidgetiness, profanity and cruelty to animals. And oh yes - most certainly no masturbation!"

"Good Granas can I frickin' breathe?!" Fred choked out.

"Yes I believe that may be acceptable." the priestess said sweetly and shut the door in his face.

"Aaargh! These Granas freaks and their rules!" Fred said, pacing angrily. "Just what are they doing in there?!"

"Easy now, Fred." Skye said. "Try to think of it as just another job. You've done bodyguarding before, right?"

"Right!" Fred grinned. "Then I guess I'll do the same I always do."

1. Fred goes to the pub and consumes enough liquor to kill a lesser man.
2. Fred curls up at the door of the Ceremony of Purification, and awaits Tarsa like a faithful hound.
3. Fred visits the Weapons Store, and attempts to manipulate the clerk into revealing his stash of magic items.
4. Fred rechecks the defense perimeter, sets up alarm wires to foil would-be attackers, pays off informants among the townspeople, and then practices his swordsmanship for a while.

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