[OOC: OK, as promised, getting this going now that the holidays are done. It's obviously set up for Alberich and Tim, but if anyone else wants to join, this would be a great time for it. Note that several things in the following are left vague so that we can develop them jointly. Just a few obvious words in Tim's mouth here:]
The worship service (such as it was) was breaking up, and the worshipers leaving the temple (such as it was), when a fit-looking Clovian approached Tim. He recognized this man as Yehuda, the "lay brother" who had been meeting the needs of the faithful to the best of his ability before Tim arrived, and who also continued to serve as Tovah Dragonslayer's gate guard. He was wearing the sort-of-uniform of the latter function now, rather than the tattered Luminositan vestments, which had long since been consigned to an unused place of honor. Whether this was a euphemism for "trash can" is left to the reader.
"Bro -- Father Timothy?" Yehuda said, still unsure of roles and titles here.
"Yes, Bro -- my friend, what can I do for you?" Tim answered; neither the formal "Brother Yehuda" nor the patronizing "my son" felt quite right, and besides, Yehuda was doing his best to become a real friend.
Yehuda seemed to gain confidence from this question, but it didn't last long. "I have been asked to tell you that Lady Dragonslayer requi -- requests your attendance at dinner tomorrow night. She says there will be another -- guest that it would be a good idea for you to meet." He couldn't disguise the shudder in both his voice and his demeanor as he spoke that last sentence.