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The following day, Ben and Thera left for their next destination, being a place Ben already had plans for thanks to the gods. A place they’d actually been to before, though the circumstances of their past visit made things slightly more complicated. They were going back to warriors’ tower.

It wasn’t for simple sightseeing though, but instead an event being put on by the city itself. After all, as a gathering place for warriors it made sense to give them a chance to show off some of their skill and might, leading to semi-regular contests and tournaments, with one of the bigger ones about to take place that day.

“Are you not at least a little self-conscious?” Thera asked him as they looked around on their way to pick up their tickets.

“Hmm? No, why would I be?”

“It wasn’t long ago you basically just led an angry mob through these streets. You started a huge riot!”

“And that memory will always be one I’ll hold dear to my heart.”

Having a mob of people hanging on to his every word as he went off to threaten a god had been exhilarating, all of the more so with the benefits of hindsight without the rage he’d been feeling at the time to taint it. There was a good chance he’d never be able to do anything like that again either, meaning he needed to treasure the once he had.

Thera for her part seemed to have viewed it in a different light despite taking part in that very mob.

“That was so not the point I was trying to make.”

“Come on, you’ve gotta admit you had fun.”

“I’m admitting nothing. And aren’t we going the wrong way? The coliseum’s to the left.”

“Ah, since this is a big event the church of Myriad had to buy our tickets early so we’re meeting up with the gophers we sent to collect them first.”

“Why do I suddenly have a very bad feeling?”

“Not sure, maybe something you ate? But anyway, it’s just over there.”

“And my bad feeling’s been confirmed.”

Ben was pointing at another place in the city they’d already been. The city’s communal church where he’d led his angry mob to when he’d gone to demand justice.

He personally didn’t give it too much thought either. He had no problem with the priests serving there, going in the past had simply been the easiest way to make a threat and ensure he had the gods’ attention. How they all felt about him ended up being another matter entirely.

Any priest who noticed him felt their eyes grow wide as they began pointing him out and muttering to the others, with word that the mad apostle was back spreading through the building by the time Ben was barely inside and looking around to find who he was supposed to ask for his tickets before giving up and going to the nearest priest who seemed to be doing his best to avoid eye contact at all costs.

“Hello there,” Ben said brightly, choosing to ignore the mood of the place. “I’m looking for the church’s head if you could help me out and then I’ll get out of everyone’s hair.”

“Of course, right this way,” They at least managed to say politely enough as he quickly led the way for them, knocking on a door in the back and immediately running off after a voice inside called to let them in.

It was the older priest he’d spoken with the last time he’d been there, who compared to those beneath him did a far better job of keeping whatever he may have been feeling to himself, instead showing a gentle smile.

“So we meet again.”

“That we do, but I won’t keep you. I was told there would be two tickets waiting here for the church of Myriad, I’ve come to collect.”

“Of course, just a moment.”

The old priest reached inside his desk before pulling the two out for them and handing them over, no fuss to be had as Ben gave his thanks.

“And is there anything else I might do for you, Apostle Ben?”

Well, while I’m here…

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