"Anything else we should work out tonight? If not, I'll meet you in the spot in the park tomorrow morning half an hour before the convention begins." 

"I think we're all set for tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

And Desnia departs. 

He feels a little silly, given how many much more fragile people there are in this convention. But on the other hand, he has been called out and recognized, and really at the moment he has more uncertainty about whether he likes where's he's going than he'd like. He talks himself around after a while.

"Hello. You're providing bodyguards to delegates?"

"That's right, any preferences for details?"

"I'm a wizard and a priest - third circle and second - but I had a mob specifically after me last week so I'm not secure in that. I'd say what I most need is someone good at catching incoming threats early, and able to screen me long enough to cast."

"You want to rule in or out any religions - no priests in the bunch but they go somewhere Sundays, most of them -"

"Not a priority. Not having a problem with my god is. Unless you have Rahadi types who hate all gods, we'll get on fine if you do."

"I do have one of those, actually, I wasn't going to suggest him as you're a cleric..."

"Send him out and we'll see whether he's okay with it?"

"Mm-hm." Off he goes, comes back with a tall guy with a broken nose. "This is Surond."

Surond nods at him.

"I hear you don't like gods, and I have one, but hear me out. I was a professor in Azir for years, and might head back there soon, if She has been fucking with me from the beginning in ways I maybe should have checked. I still hate the whole system but she broke it hard enough to make Pharasma mad, and it turns out respecting that enough got me two cleric circles. Hate me yet?"

"If I hated people for getting fucked around with by gods I wouldn't have taken a job in Cheliax, sir, it's just that's probably what's happening here."

"Could be. She's Lawful Neutral, which I think means something, but Iomedans said maybe I should check and, you know, they have a point. She's Erecura - hubris, giving advice, carving out space in nasty systems for you and yours. But - according to the story I found in every library I checked - she's condemned to Hell anyway, because Pharasma's a bitch. You going to hate guarding me while I stick with her?"

"Nah, job's a job and it's not like I want you dead over it, sir."

"Yeah, alright. I'm not worried inside the convention hall, but time runs long so probably better to set a time where either I meet you at the door or you find me in the committee rooms. I'll give you my home address, it's not a temple anymore, we set a time for that as well. Anything else?"

"Do you want me spending overnights there in case something comes up in the night?"

"You're welcome to, I have a spare room. It did used to be a temple and you'd be in what was servant's quarters." Slave's quarters but he outfitted them better than that suggests. "I'm not so worried I'll insist, though; I'm concerned more by ambushes."

"If it's all the same to you I do hear it's rough trying to get an inn in Westcrown lately."

"Well enough, and yes, it's been tricky particularly on the island. I suppose we can head there now, then?"

"Yes sir."

Then out they will head, with a polite nod to the guy doing the arranging.