[ He nods, a little distracted. He's decided it wouldn't actually have any effect, drinking holy water — after all, he's sure he's traveled with some knight who had mistaken it for alcohol and gone for it, knights are always the sort. ]
A high priest. [ An idle correction. He's decided that it doesn't matter in any capacity, not even as a measure of respect. Desperate times, after all, as these may well prove to be. He holds out one of the small bottles. ] Thirsty?
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A high priest. [ An idle correction. He's decided that it doesn't matter in any capacity, not even as a measure of respect. Desperate times, after all, as these may well prove to be. He holds out one of the small bottles. ] Thirsty?