"Starting to think I offended someone important without realizing it."

"There's no one on this ill-begotten mountain that doesn't deserve the ire of one god or another," Agnes replies. "Embrace it, lad, or at least make it worth thy while."

She takes Deron's arm with a grip unnatural for her size, and a toothless grin blooms across her face in delight. "A right gentleman, thou art," she says with delight. "Mind your elders, say all of them priests and such. You'll get into heaven if naught else."

Nice job on being polite, Deron. She's attached to him now, like a barnacle that clings for dear life on the rim of a ship at sea. At least she's not heavy?

"Are you all just intending on barging in? You realize it's dangerous, yes?"

"Oh, shut up, Lord Watchman; with all yer squawking one can hardly bid good-day."