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[stableman]

WHO: Detlef, Lance
WHAT: Looking for a little guidance
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Guardhouse
NOTES: Potentially talk of death and vice and mercy and stuff.

He swings by the guardhouse late afternoon with a few cookies he's bought at the market on the way over. They're bribery. For what, he's not entirely sure. Maybe it's so that Lance will have an excuse to stick around and talk to him? Or will be in a good mood when they talk? Both or either requires Lance to like cookies and Detlef can't say he's ever really paid attention to what the man likes or dislikes. But they're worth a shot, and worst-case scenario, Detlef has to eat all the cookies himself. What a burden.

"Captain?" he calls out as he comes in, looking around.

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[infinitewatch]

Of all the things Lance is equipped to handle, theology and the theoretical discussion thereof is not among them. He looks like he would probably rather leap off the balcony than try to give Detlef an honest answer, and he just shakes his head uselessly.

"Perhaps-- Father Normand--?" he stammers.

[stableman]

Lance does not deserve this. It's the only constructive thought in Detlef's head as he looks up at the Captain who is just as lost as him. Slowly he nods.

"I'll... I'll try him." Maybe. That might take more explaining than he's up to, but he'll see. For now he'll find his feet again and start heading out, trying and failing to hide how lost he feels right now.