"Well, if we're still heading in the same direction..." I let go of the mule's halter and give Memory a tug to get her moving once more. Every now and again I turn my head just enough to check her out of the corner of my eye, watching for rolling eyes or the gleam of teeth. "I do hope you'll allow me to repay the favor sometime. A man of the cloth can't avoid relying on the kindness of strangers, but I always make a point of paying my debts." That much at least is true. It always makes it easier if I have to take drastic action somewhere down the road. Knowing that all personal slates are clean. I'm not heartless, after all. Necessity abolishes all ledgers.

"Saint Willigis?" I cock my head, frowning slightly in concentration. "I don't believe I've heard of them. How long has it been here?" My education was less focused on the history of the church than the larger history of which the church was a part. Memory bares her teeth in my periphery and I slide out of her reach with practiced ease. "Would it be all right for me to tie up my animals in front of the Sheriff's while I make my arrangements?" Anyone who tried to steal Memory would likely have their face chewed for their trouble, but the mule is another matter and I don't want to leave my notebooks at risk.