Interlude Three - An Acolyte who Listens

Interlude Three - An Acolyte who Listens

Interlude Three - An Acolyte who Listens

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Being an acolyte of Galen was hard work. It was also rewarding.

Eight-Three-Eleven got to travel across the entire city. She met with people low and high, respected by both, and most of all, she carried the good news of Galens mercy to anyone who would listen.

That ended up being very few people.

Galen was perhaps not as attractive as some other gods. His teachings werent about lifting oneself up through hard work, and he didnt whisper in the ears of inventors and engineers about great machines and incredible contraptions.

His message was about peace and mercy, about standing firm for what was right in order to help others, and about giving up on the chains that bound you.

From what shed heard, a few of the more clever members of the Gremlins had joined Ratescos gang. That could mean trouble. The clergy would want to know about it.

In the meantime, she had been given an interesting request by one of her acquaintances in the slums, a homeless woman called Debra who was always open for a quick chat between jobs and who had a gift for ferreting out interesting misdeeds and gossip.

A girl needed help. A little farmer girl, who had started her own farm right in the slums.

Mushrooms, of the edible sort, and the poisonous.

Eight-Three-Eleven didnt have the gift for putting together puzzle pieces that her mentor had, but even she could fit a square peg into a round hole. Or maybe this peg was shaped like a mushroom.

In either case, this might prove interesting. And interesting things needed reporting, needed surveilling, and needed to be tended to so that they could grow to help their community.

Galen provided mercy, but he provided help too.

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