"Did you hear yesterday's announcement?" Guy A slurred, his face flushed a fiery red from excessive ale, It seemed he had already crossed his drinking limit. "I never thought Deacon Wilson would settle down at such a young age. After all, he's a notorious playboy. Countless hearts must be broken by this news, especially of those damn slave traders, hehehe..."
"But there's no way someone like Deacon, who always wanted to climb further in the church, would miss such a god-given opportunity," Guy D interjected causally. "Sure, he has to say goodbye to the forest for a single tree after this, but at least his rank and influence in the church will skyrocket. No matter how you look at it, it's a guaranteed win deal for him."