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Hermes lingered back at first, looking up the street towards the church from the corner of the block, pondering his approach. He didn’t want anyone else around to interfere when he spoke to Tuck. He didn’t want his muscle around to get all pissy and start waving sticks at him. He knew Tuck was friendly from when he’d spoken to him as Freyr, and he knew Hermes had had partially successful contact with him before, so the friar was the easiest to chat to. He wouldn’t be a solid wall like Stutely had been.

He walked slowly up the road. He didn’t want to arrive seeming like he’d been in a rush, puffing and panting and sweating. A van with the church logo passed him as he approached, and he ducked his head slightly so the driver didn’t stop.

He could see Tuck outside in a tank top and jeans, lugging things around the yard. Perhaps he shouldn’t have worn slacks to be here, but he much preferred a pressed trouser to jeans. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and loosened a button or two at the neck, and crossed the road.

“Hallo there, neighbour! I hear you need some help!” Hermes called cheerfully with a wave, stopping at the fence. He knew he could go onto the hallowed ground, it was the wards that prevented going inside, but it still didn’t feel fun to do so.