Garland's pounding roused immediate action from within the temple, the sounds of rustling robes and sliding furniture emanating through the door before it swung open to reveal the robed figure of Father Grimburrow. Rather than his simple robes he wore an ornate cassock worked at breast and shoulder with silver inlaid filigree depicting the spiraling comet of Pharasma.
Behind him the acolytes were quickly moving the pews out of the center of the church, leaving a large, open space.
"Quickly, set him down there." Father Grimburrow said as two acolytes dragged a heavy wooden table to the center of the floor. It didn't match the rest of the furniture in the temple, the Father had probably borrowed it from a nearby farm when Garland asked him to make ready.
As he leaned over the unconscious Gibs a look of surprise washed over his face.
"Gibs Hephenus? He may not have been the most upstanding citizen, but he lived quiet life on his farm alone, since his wife left. In my heart I hoped that the vandal wasn't among the townsfolk. What happened?"
Meanwhile in the town square Constantine made a quick circuit of the monument, peering into the shadows in an attempt to catch Gibs' confederate.
There were no other figures lurking in the mist, no sound of falling feet, no fleeing figures. Apart from his compatriots departing on their way to the temple the square seemed deserted. Indeed, with the townfolk too terrified to venture out at night the entire town was as empty and quiet as an open grave.
He had little luck tracking Gibs' steps or tracking his passage, but with a passing familiarity of the town's layout garnered over the previous few weeks he was easily able to find the old farmer's shack.
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