<strong>"I heard 'tights'",</strong>Paco added, and looked at Daria, then back at the DM.<strong>"Robin Hood much, Marc?"<br/>"I liked the tits suggestion better",</strong>Marc laughed.<strong>"No. T-i-t-h-e-s. As in, the money you're giving to the temple...if you want divine interventions, make them enough to land a senator in trouble."<br/>"It's pronounced 'tʌɪð'",</strong>Josh said absent-mindedly, then startled.<strong>"My mom...she's real strict about paying her tʌɪð to the parish",</strong>he explained, needlessly.<br/><strong>"Oh. That",</strong>Paco groaned.<strong>"Yeah, mine are the same...Lord only knows why."<br/>"For all I care, maybe your parents didn't have sex before marriage",</strong>Marc assured them, and looked at his notes, turning to another page.<strong> "When you proceed to the Temple of Mitra, it's easy to find: look for the tallest buildings, one of them would be it. You can notice the streets seem mostly deserted, but upon approaching, you see a small bell outside of the temple doors. After Gargantua rings it, it takes just a few minutes for a temple acolyte to answer. He looks at the body and",</strong>Marc rolled some dice behind the screen, continuing with but a short pause,<strong>"blanches. 'The greetings of Mitra be upon you, travellers. My name is Norwold, accolyte. Who would you be, and who's the unfortunate over there?"</strong>