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Calias would clench his gauntlet at his side, his jaw set firm as the decree was read.
"Even a holy man who betrays crown and creed must face judgement. No cloth nor title will shield him from the justice he’s earned."

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The passing spirit of the High Keeper wishes great tragedy upon the Imperial family, & the Druscans.

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"While there is undoubtedly some overlap in matters of faith that the Empire does not want to admit is present in this conflict, it seems that Father Drusco is a fool for trying to overcome these matters with beguile and intrigue if what is being said is true... We've seen how God makes examples of the deceitful and there is no wiser reason to not stoop to that level than God's retribution to those who make a mockery of His Word. Why is that whenever our faith needs a priest of reason, the only men stepping forward are spiritually deluded or blatant sinners?" Father Martin speaks among his Reinmaren fellows, surely one of them also wouldn't be a Druscan spy.

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“It seems there are those who would illicit schemes on my name. No worry, I will walk into the Imperial garrison and deliver myself to Honeywine, and deliver to him my defense. I am innocent.” He said.

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"It makes no difference what men think of war." Spoke Frederick van Haeger, having been embroiled in an intensive game of chess with one Father Tyria when the news of the Empire's latest decree had reached their ears. "War endures. You'd as well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war awaited for him. The ultimate trade, awaiting its ultimate practioner. That is the way it was, and will be. That way, and not some other way."

 

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Steady of breath, Rosceline observed the tormented motion of laundry maids stressing her various chemises through a trough of vinegar, turning cloth and pressing cloth, and turning it once more. . .

She regarded the wind that visited her bare neck, and shivered, before lowering her gaze unto this missive, eyes narrow and scrutinizing. . .

 

And she spoke:

"Father Drusco sought to be informed of the news within the capital whilst removed from it, and this is a treason?" Her lips could not help fray with bitter amusement, as she considered the events of the past night with great care. 

"By scale of treacherous schemes - CALLAHAN surpasses the most murderous, and most craven of men." She passed the missive unto a passing handmaid, to be sealed and set into the library's collection. "I shall opine to send a letter. . ."

 

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