A Man Of The Cloth

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"LOCKHEART!" The robed man shouts his eye's flickering with murderous intent. "Ahh if it isn't Father Fredrick, I am surprised you are not on the streets misguiding those who follow your teachings into believing some gold in a collection tin will save them." Lockheart sneers at the Father. Fredrick face is twisted in an expression of pure rage he looks back to Young who averts his gaze to the wall pretending he didn't just hear this verbal exchange. "You dare mock a servant of the almighty!" "Lockheart you can not hide behind your adoptive father this time!" Ohlmes staring in disbelief it seems the Father is on a warpath and Lockheart is right in his way. Lockheart strides forward to meet Fredrick they are now eye to eye and a verbal battle between them ensues. "Your studies have been tolerated by the church and your outspoken nature but I will not stand for it!" Fredrick is shouting at this point. "Tolerated my every step has been scrutinized, it is zealots like you who pushed me towards this path the sin alone is not mine to bare." Ohlmes dumbfounded at this point looking at Lockheart he wishes to speak but it is as if a frog has climbed down his throat and no words can escape. Fredrick pauses then turns his gaze over to Ohlmes his face softens a bit. "Constable I am sure you can handle this case we have no need for this agnostic heathen to bring ruin upon us." Fredrick using a soft tone but Ohlmes can feel the malice behind his words. Ohlmes tries to muster up the courage to speak again but fails and all he can manage is to nod no. The church's power is vast speaking against it is almost unheard of but Lockheart stands firm on the matter. As the argument between the two escalates it seems it is only a matter of time till they come to blows. Ohlmes steps in between them. "We have case here Father you should not be here." Fredrick turns his head to Ohlmes all semblance of softness has left his face. "You would do well to mind your tongue or are you telling a servant of the church he can not worry about his flock." "Of course not sir I merely suggested your presence may impede are investigation." Ohlmes now visibly shaken. Fredrick now turning his anger towards Ohlmes, he begins to berate him on his feminine looks and demeanor.  "I will not have some boy who has yet to grow a hair on his chin speak to me in that manner!" Fredrick now screaming at Ohlmes.  Lockheart seeing this seeing how the church treats those who question them tips him over the breaking point, he steps in between Ohlmes and Fredrick garbing hold of the fathers collar.
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