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BobolexFather Zantus

Bobole walks into the temple, madly scratching at his eye in pain and shrieking in agony.
The acolytes all jump at the screaming and try to defend and calm in patrons of the cathedral that are nearby. Father Zantus isn't long in coming accompanied by two young acolytes. He pales when he sees Bobole but in a show or strength and conviction, steels himself and walks over to the goblin, getting so close as 3 feet of his own volition. "B-b-b-b-b..." he begins faltering then steels himself. "Bobole... c-could you stop screaming and tell me wh...what's wrong?"
Bobole looks up at the father, the wound make worse by scratching as dried blood and pus mingled with the fresh and oozing veriety.
The elderly father coughs and covers his mouth to avoid vomiting. "Bobole!" He coughs again. "Your eye!" He inches forward, arm outstretched to lay a hand on the goblin's forehead. When his skin contacts Bobole a warmth spreads from his fingers and centers around the eye socket. The growing infection is burned away by the healing warmth and the tissue begins to knit together, forming a thing skin. (Cure Mod.)
Bobole pokes at the flesh out of curiosity, taking a great amount of will to keep focused "Oh you can do magic, good. I need holy water, allot of it."
The father winces at Bobole's prodding of his socket. "Wh...what? Why?"
Bobole sighs deeply "Okay, if I tell you you can't freak out."
"'Freak...out?'" Hearing this words, the Father stands up straight and looks around. "Wings of Desna's Faith, our little hero Bobole Olebob has come forth to be healed by Desna's light so that he may continue protecting our fair town." There's a susurrus of murmurs from the pews and a few stilted claps. "If you'll pardon us, I wish to bestow further blessings on our little friend so I will be back. Please do not be alarmed." The father finishes warmly, smiling. He begins walking back towards his office, motioning for Bobole to follow him.
Bobole follows the old man, whatever gets him what he needs, waiting until they're in the office before taking a deep breath "So the lady that everyone said was dead isn't really dead and shes going to destroy the village to make lameshtu happy and turn her into a demon and she also wants to free something called Malfeshenkor which is why she's burning the body of her dad, I think that's why. She's got a bugbear on her side too which I think is how she's controlling the goblins maybe. Oh also a longshank named Tsuto was involved but he got set on fire." Bobole takes a short breath before continuing "So anyway I read in a book demons and things like that don't like holy water, so that's why I need it."
It takes a moment for Father Zantus to understand the volcano of syllables and when he does, he faints.
Bobole looks around for a moment, when he certian no is looking he begins to rifle thru his pockets, before moving onto the office proper.
The father has his rosary in his pockets and some candies for children.