This particular Temple of Abadar is, additionally, a bank and a post office. The Watch officers guarding you debate whether to pay extra to jump the queue, since it’s all coming out of the Watch’s budget anyway, but ultimately decide their superiors would be more annoyed about the extra expense than about the reduced fraction of their patrol time spent actually patrolling. The people ahead of you mostly seem to be here for ordinary business — depositing money, withdrawing money, sending letters, exchanging money for letters of credit, and so on — but one person does take up quite a bit of a junior banker’s time complaining about how they won’t pay out on an insurance policy just because he took it out after the event he was trying to insure against.
Eventually, though, you reach the front. The priest handling your case is one of the junior bankers; like most of the other people employed here, she’s wearing a necklace with a golden key, but unlike the other people here, she has gold-feathered ears, and her hair seems to glitter as it catches the light. From the price sheet next to her, it seems that the primary spell she offers is Abadar’s Truthtelling, though she also offers Continual Flame castings at a bizarrely low (though still quite expensive in absolute terms) price.
“Here to resolve a criminal case?”
The dwarf nods. “Good to see you back in town.”
“Not good news, I’m afraid. The shipping venture that hired me on went under.”
“Well, better luck next time.” The dwarf clears his throat. “The Truthtellings? You can draw from the Watch’s account.”
“Of course. How many will you be purchasing, and who will be testifying?”
Rafau steps forward. “Just one should be adequate. I can testify.”