Passage to Paradise

[madtinker]

Sam pumps a fist. "I knew my cunning argument would convince you." He turns to leave, and adds "Just don't be long. They want to leave soon so we can be back before dark."

You wind your way down the main street of town, passing thatched roofs then the stucco housefronts on the switchbacks. Most people who make eye contact nod in a friendly way. Father Feodor nods like the rest and then notices your spear. He bustles over to you, his priestly robes flowing in the breeze.

"Where are you off to Tobias, with that wicked implement of destruction?" His voice is friendly, but concerned.