Esmond, meanwhile, thought it’d be far more entertaining to force a conversation between Nicholas and Biryn than to participate in one himself with either of them. So he settled for a long drink of his stout instead, keeping his silence.
“Ah, of course!” Biryn said cheerily. “You know, I’ve always admired how much effort you put into your sermons. It’s not an easy task, and to do it week in and week out for this many years is impressive dedication. I’m sure you’re laying up crowns for yourself in heaven.” Or however that old religious mumble-jumbo went. That was supposed to be a compliment, right?
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