Cult of ignorant God

I looked down mortified at Fueurs hands, under the peeled off skin is another layer of skin. He is shaking as it took great effort from his part to not peel the remaining skin off, it went from a bug bite itching to the itch you get from a infected wound, or at least he describes it so. 

"We have to get you and what came off you to the hospital..." 

The closest hospital that actually still is a hospital is in the flooded city the Donau river... a whole day away from here by car. A whole days worth of wilderness. 

"I... I can't!"

I couldn't stop him from removing the excess skin from his hands, I'm not sure if it is better to keep the skin on him or not. But I guess it's too late for that now anyway. 

"Ahh... it's like I've been wearing gloves my whole life and I just took them off for the first time."

"What about the rest of your hide? What was wrong with your hands specifically?"

"... the fruit, I got the fruits juices on my hands." 

"Then we have to take at least one fruit with us, let's take four to be sure. And your skin too."

"What about the Librarian? We can't just disappear, it'll cause panic."

"I will leave a note, even tell a few scribes to tell Loui once he returns."

"Then we should also make a stop at my guys, let them know I'll be gone for a few days."

"Right, let's head out then."

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"Shouldn't we like ring the bells? Aren't there people approaching?"

"I think it's those weird guys. You know, those who we just shooed away."

"Didn't they yell about a God trapped in mortal flesh last time?"

"Yeah, pretty wonky stuff."

"Should we like call over a nomad or something?"

"Nah, just get a stick. I'll talk with them in the meantime."

One of the two scribes left to find a decent stick while the other stayed to talk with the weird people. 

It is a group of four, two in the front two in the back, each one wearing a "cloak". Only one of them wore a Robe made out of a single piece of fabric, the one at the front right. The one to the side just wore a trench coat with a hood sewn to it, he doesn't even have the hood pulled over his head. The two at the back wore robes crudely stitched together from several fabrics, one can tell that even the stitches are lower quality from the front two. 

"Great keepers of wisdom and memories, be greeted on this fine day of the fall and I wish both a bounty of great harvest and great health upon ye."

"She says hi."

The one wearing a proper robe spoke in an exaggerated manner and making gestures using her arms and hands. The man in the trench coat spoke in a laid back manner with a naturally deep voice. 

He is taller up close, kinda like a nomad. 

"Last time she came here on her own it didn't really go well so I'm here as a translator."

"I see." 

"Now gaze upon our apostle and behold the great might of the ignorant one. You shall be witness upon the deity who has abandoned us but we clung to him in spite of every challenge that came our cardinal."

The scribe looked to the tall man who seems to be unfazed by the cloaked woman's speaking patterns, probably used to it by now. 

"Oh, no. That's actually pretty accurate."

"Say what now?"

"Show it to him."

The cloaked figure on the left back picked up a stick from the ground and snapped it before passing it to the other figure. The other cloaked figure took the snapped stick and put it back together. 

"What just happened?"

"He is the clueless one, he was gifted with hands that can mend anything outside his grasp."

"He can fix anything he doesn't understand."

"So why are you here now?"

"We came to prove that we are truth speakers, to prove that through any height and low we will continue to cling to the deity who abandoned all. We also came to inquire and search for wisdom beyond our own."

"We came to prove a point and borrow books."

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"So let me this straight. The chief and chieftess are at odds due to them coming to a disagreement regarding the amount of livestock they should raise?"

"Yes, that is kind of what is happening."

Loui let out a deep sigh while massaging his temples. 

We can hardly host a feast with just apples and meat. Do I seriously have to play the marriage counselor?