AMOS & CIAN -- BUTCHER STREET: 3:10PM.
"Ah, yes." Amos nodded, as if in thanks for Cian's refutation. He went on in a placid voice, "The problem is not strictly the man himself, however." What the charlatan implied was the real issue. But the priest stopped himself, flashing a bland smile. It was his duty to hear doubts and concerns, not to air his own.
"All in Faram's plans," he said, belatedly continuing the first strain of conversation. "What remains to us are to pray and do good." The priest might have had more to say, but the roar of an old hovercar around the corner rippled through the street, startling him.
A chuckle soon followed the distress. "Balder must be getting impatient."