[The priests are patient and attentive to his distraction, but not so much that they're completely unaware of what's going around them; she's about halfway up when one of them breaks away and politely inquires just what she's doing up there.
Lup, half-hanging from one of the upper birds, takes a beat to consider her options, and then lays a hand over her heart- or whatever counts for a heart on a robot illusion, and does her very best robo-voice impression.]
Fellow servant of the mighty Diacht, I am dusting the altar! Praise be to, uh, them.
[Judging by the look that the priest is giving her now, apparently her voice needs work, and now a few of the others are starting to switch their attention as well. Maybe they don't dust here...?]
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Lup, half-hanging from one of the upper birds, takes a beat to consider her options, and then lays a hand over her heart- or whatever counts for a heart on a robot illusion, and does her very best robo-voice impression.]
Fellow servant of the mighty Diacht, I am dusting the altar! Praise be to, uh, them.
[Judging by the look that the priest is giving her now, apparently her voice needs work, and now a few of the others are starting to switch their attention as well. Maybe they don't dust here...?]