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[with_my_teacup]

[Public. Really]

[A bedraggled but unharmed friar greets whoever he can reach. His sackcloth habit is torn and some is wrapped over his head to shield his pale gray eyes from the sun.]

If God is willing, we'll need no funerals today. But the storm was rough and landing not easy-- is any man or woman injured or in need? It doesn't matter to me what ship bore you here.

And who is a physiker, to minister when my poorer skills fail?

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[dalekemperor]

They call me Mister Davros around here. It is name enough for me.

[Then it hits him.]

Richard Mutolla... the mercenary Richard Mutolla? Butcher of the Barbary Coast? I'd heard you were dead. Obviously I've heard wrongly. You've simply found religion.

[with_my_teacup]

[Friar Dick's head dips. He isn't proud of his past, but neither does he deny it.]

You might say that religion found me. I was shot by one of my own crewmates and left to die. A pair of Friars whose friary I'd been burning down, up until Toombes' ball found my side, saved me and nursed me back to health. I have a great deal to repay and only a lifetime to do it in.

[dalekemperor]

I see. Well, far be it from me to question what gives a man purpose in his life. It is enough that he have such purpose.

As far as I have heard, no-one aboard the Redeemer has been killed or injured, though that may yet change. This island is... strange.

[with_my_teacup]

It has many guardians. It'd be wise not to disturb the forest or harass unfamiliar animals. There are merfolk in the sea surrounding, too.

[dalekemperor]

Rest assured, you'll not get me off the ship.

[Yanno, unless a faerie decides to communicate with the island at large and that lures him into the jungle....]

As to the rest... I can only hope they are wise enough to heed these warnings.