Theopho is giving advice to a major local merchant, in the open within his little church.
He's interrupted by a a substantial stir at the entrance, and looks up to see what's going on.
"Excuses, excuses."
"Well... you seemed plenty satisfied."
"Oh, I was. I may have to visit Westcrown more often."
"For such an exalted guest, I'm sure I will always be able to make time. Maybe even time to give you advice, too."
"If only while you're recovering..."