Noticing the crowd that was assembling on the other side of the street, Maxim left the bar, drink in hand, curiosity getting the better of him. Leaning against the side of the building, he stood in the chilly morning air, watching the priest preach to the assembled crowd. The man had his way with words, promising the villagers safety and protection, whilst outlining the fact that he was planning on leaving them. Ever the warrior priest, out for his own gain.<br/><br/>Bath or no bath, this was more entertaining than debating with the innkeeper, so Maxim was quite content to stay where he was and watch the priest continue to proselytise . . . plus, from where he could stand, he was getting a nice view of the dark elf's rear, so at least there was that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>