Beranhond's day of super duper fun! (with corrections made).

Beranhond took them down the street to one of the nicer outside cafes in town. It was rare that Beranhond met anyone as tall as him, and even more rare to find someone taller then him. The crowds ran out of hteir way as they walked and many fingers pointed at him and he heard whispers of 'holy healer' and 'prophet.'
The head waiter gave them the nicest table in the restaurant and hurried off to get complimentary appetizers.
He smiled at them as he sat down.
Diplomacy:
Roll(1d20)+7:2,+7Total:9
They frowned back.
Well, if I am to be the first prophet I might as well act like one.
"I am sorry about that - I unfortunately have a strong temper that I have yet to curb, I mean neither your God, nor this town any disrespect. Let's begin again. My name is Beranhond, I am originally from Tantras and trained with the Paladin's of Torm for most of my youth, could I have your names?" He said sticking out his hand.
Diplomacy:
Roll(1d20)+7:18,+7Total:25
"Rudant." The giant somberly said.
"Scorna, pleased to meet you." She took his hand. "You do seem much more pleasant now, and it is hard to be angry with you, my sister was one of the ones you healed in the crowd after the earthquake - she is alive because of you." Her large eyes locked onto him, and Beranhond felt a little uncomfortable.
"I am glad I could be of assistance, and I am really sorry that this situation befell us all!"
Roll(1d20)+7:13,+7Total:20
To his surprise the giant spoke up "you trained with the Paladins of Torm?"
"Yes, I trained with them until last year. I was just about to take the final trial when I received my vision and was told to come here."
Rudant smiled broadly, "my brother wanted to be a Paladin, always dreamed of it." The waiter came by and set glasses of wine in front of them.
"Did he make it in?"
"No, he, he, was taken by the wererats." He said silently. The air froze about them.
"Then his death was avenged! Let us drink to your brother's life, your sister's future, and to this cities prosperity!" Beranhond said in a zealous tone, they all smiled at him and raised their glasses clinking them in the morning sun.
Diplomacy:
Roll(1d20)+7:8,+7Total:15
They ate a hearty meal and listened to Beranhond's description of his training at the Citadel, of the omens of the Dark God, and of his time underneath the city. Oddly, Rudant, who seemed like a brute of a person, opened up quicker than Scorna. However, Scorna said more with her eyes than with her mouth for most of breakfast. He had tried to limit any mention of Narath, but Scorna finally brought her up. Beranhond, filled with prophetic zeal, wound up telling them both about her beauty, her warmth, her kindness, and even her oddities, he was about to tell more when he was interrupted.
"I heard your sermon yesterday..." Rudant said. "I was touched."
Beranhond smiled "I... didn't quite intend for that to happen, but thank you for saying so."
Scorna chuckled "it sounds more like you are talking about a girlfriend than a Goddess." She slapped him on the shoulder. "You aren't seeing anyone are you?" Her eyes twinkling.
Fortunately, Beranhond was rescued by the waiter. Beranhond paid, and they departed. He decided to go and check up on the temple. When he arrived the structure's foundation had been rebuilt and a formal cemetery had been made for the dead priests. The living priests from Waterdeep rushed on over and greeted him. When he explained the circumstances the priests all shook their head.
"It is unfortunate when religion and politics meet, but know that Lathander bears neither you nor Narath any ill-will." They said bowing.
"Thank you, holy brethren." Beranhond said bowing to them in turn.
"You buried everyone of these priests?" Scorna asked.
"Yes, the end of life is a tragic thing and its passing is irreplaceable, thus I did what I could for them."
"That was very noble of you... holy one." Said Rudant.

He then took them up to the wall of the city and found a place looking out the sea. Rudant and Scorn sat near him, no longer an escort, but more friends. He took out a ring and started to craft it into a spell. The three of them discussed life, philosophy, and how to find meaning in a world gone mad. Rudant's emotionless face had started to change. Beranhond, seeing this, set aside the ring and turned towards him.
"Take my hand, my friend." Beranhond reached out his hand.
Diplomacy:
Roll(1d20)+7:15,+7Total:22
(Nice.)
Light flash between their hands and completely covers Rudant, when it fades, he is wearing a white robe.
"Living is life's own rewards Rudant - seek that which brings you meaning, brother." Beranhond says standing him arms open.
"I saw her... I saw my Goddess..." The huge man rises and embraces Beranhond, tears running down his face. After a moment Rudant lets go and the two sit back down.
"Beranhond..." Scorna says.
"Yes?" He says turning, his hand outreached.
"I am willing." She says, possible ulterior motives underneath,
Diplomacy (primary):
Roll(1d20)+7:17,+7Total:24 (crap)
The light passes between them, and when it fades she is wearing a long white robe.
"Take heed of that which we are given in life - that to live is to love, and to love is to learn."
Her eyes wide, she embraces Beranhond, and then Rudant.
"I saw her too..."
The three of them spent the rest of the day on the wall overlooking the water. They talked of many things, of their pasts, their future. Before they left Rudant turned to Scorna.
"Can I talk to you in private?" She nodded and they walked a little way down the wall.
"I have had a hard time saying what I feel for a long time... but I think now is a good chance for me to say that I care for you deeply. I... might not be the most articulate person, but perhaps we could see each other more."
Beranhond smiled and looked out into the sunset, but privately started wondering why his life seemed like a romance novel whenever he was left alone.
Scorna smiled back at him, "Perhaps this is something we can discuss." She embraced him.


When dusk was near at hand the three made their way to their destination - Rudant and Scorna flanking them in their white robes. Tigrisclawu bounded out of the shadows and onto his shoulder.
"I thought you didn't want to convert people or be a big-time prophet."
"Shutup... where have you been?"
"Hunting rats - word is that you caused quite a commotion this morning."
"Yeah, my temper got the better of me."
"Imagine that."
They walked into the judicial office.