Mercy winks to Taria and gives her a friendly elbow in the ribs as she shuffles by, a writhing sack tied to her back.
"Ho, Taria ye glib faced slattern. What be this prick gurglin' his pea soup o'er?"
The matter explained, she beetles her brow, giving the speaker an incredulous look before grinning at her fellow priestess, peg-toothed and wicked.
"What did I tell'ee, Taria. All they Gondars be rum in the lum, damme fer a drowner o' herrin's else, wi' a curse!"
With that, Mercy gives the bag a kick and waddles off towards the dock to consign the bag of puppies to the Sea Queen's wroth.
