"I have no idea how they got that. I've never even been to this part of the world," Gordon mutters.
Father Grigori laughs, a small pale cousin of his booming outdoor cackle. "Your reputation precedes you, brother!" he says, cleaning the bite mark out. "What happened at Black Mesa could not be kept silent. A light hidden under a basket may still shine out through the cracks."
"So you... it..." Gordon shakes his head. "You realize I'm only human, right?"
"So? So were they," says Father Grigori simply, indicating a somewhat more prominent window. "We all do the work appointed to us. Some of us-" He offers Dinah the painkillers as he starts bandaging the arm. "-take on the greater burden, that is all."
Gordon is starting to wonder if the good Father would take it the wrong way if he started pounding his head against one of the church walls.
"Now, sister," says Father Grigori, "do you require anything else? I suspect you do not wish to stay in Ravenholm; I will lead you to the mines, when you are ready."
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Father Grigori laughs, a small pale cousin of his booming outdoor cackle. "Your reputation precedes you, brother!" he says, cleaning the bite mark out. "What happened at Black Mesa could not be kept silent. A light hidden under a basket may still shine out through the cracks."
"So you... it..." Gordon shakes his head. "You realize I'm only human, right?"
"So? So were they," says Father Grigori simply, indicating a somewhat more prominent window. "We all do the work appointed to us. Some of us-" He offers Dinah the painkillers as he starts bandaging the arm. "-take on the greater burden, that is all."
Gordon is starting to wonder if the good Father would take it the wrong way if he started pounding his head against one of the church walls.
"Now, sister," says Father Grigori, "do you require anything else? I suspect you do not wish to stay in Ravenholm; I will lead you to the mines, when you are ready."