Ex? No. They are still married, but they sleep in separate beds. Hers is always cold, but his is always warmed by some young thing. It’s the only way they stay married.
“You!”, Shemp says to NAF, “You look kind of like… Your Grace!” He falls to his knees. “Is it you, your Grace?”
Well, good talking. We better get moving on to Gardiren if we’re going to get this guy’s snakebite looked at.
“It’s you! I swear it!”
Urian asks of NAF, “Is this true? Might you be the Serekela? It won’t be difficult to find out.”
Like I said, we don’t know much. I don’t even know what that word means. Want to come to Gardiren and find out?
Do it! This guy who may or may not be your religious leader needs YOUR help to get to Gardiren.
Possibly secretly.
"My friend, who I am is not important. Right now we must tend to our compatriot. " Gestures to Rugger.
“If it would be possible to spare some time to help us in this endevor, even if only part way, it would be greatly appreciated. But our friends life is at risk, and we must help him before we can attempt to do anything else.”
“Let us away to Chalced, then. They will surely know what to do with Your Grace, should you prove to be Your Grace.”
They begin to strike their camp.
We will follow.
“Right. Off we go, then.”
You work your way westward along the Silver Way. By the time the light grows dim and purple, you set up camp a little off-road in between two distant hills.
NAF, Shemp is pretty inquisitive about you. He asks a lot of theological questions. Santo, Urian is trying to talk to you about your medical condition.
How much do you let on? Keep in mind that these guys seem pretty sharp, and can draw conclusions that you may not want them to draw. And while you guys might be a match for them in a fight, they have the advantages of superior armor and steeds.
They do let on a bit about Chalced. It is an abbey which sleeps forty soldiers, have of whom are mounted. They are all Laranian knights, as close to Paladins as you’ll ever see. They are members of the Order of the Spear of Shattered Sorrow. They anser to a clerical order, which answers to a bishop. There are 25-30 peasant households in the village. There are a miller, a salter, and an innkeeper. You will most likely stay in the abbey, but if there is no room, you can seek accomodations at the inn.
With a hard day’s travel, you can reach there by the end of tomorrow.
Answer the questions politely with the occasional reminder that our entire group have lost their memories, and that, while they are coming back, I am not able to remember many of the details of our theology. I didn’t even remember my own name.
(Can you use the barbarian [me] to distract them a bit off you NAF? Or am I so unimportant and unimpressive with someone of your standing around?)
Good question. tdn? (He will probably as you “Disract them how?”)
Yes, I will. 
They’re going to talk to you all, as you’re spending several hours together. They get the idea that you really have suffered memory loss, but think that you might be holding something back.
Fair enough. I will be as open and honest with them as possible, while trying to subtly convey an aura of holiness.
OK.
Shemp determines with some certainty that you are, indeed, His Holiness Edine Kynn. He imparts a bit more personal information about you.
You are the third of three children, the eldest of which is a woman. Her marriage prospects were not good, being that she was fair of neither face nor personality. Her prospects improved greatly when you started to shine within the Laranian church. At 16, she married Lord Curo. It is a loveless marriage, but she gave him 11 children.
The middle child, your older brother, is now lord of the estate in which you grew up. It is just south of Kiban, home to the Earl of Balim.
So that we don’t get too confused about the focus of the game, I’ve started a facts sheet thread.
Long walk.
Cat got your tongues, motherfuckers?
and since it’s been awhile, I guess I should point out that that “motherfuckers” was in character.
My character’s a dick.
Motherfucker? Moi?
The one I fuck and the one I call mom have been introduced to each other, which explains my absence over the past week. I hope that everyone has has a wonderful holiday.
Shall we resume?
Can we monday? At least for me…I’ll be sporadically around until then.