Well, what’s your name?
“Caridin.”
Aye. And from whence do you hail?
“The Empire. Where exactly within I was born I do not know.”
Alright, alright, that’s a fine place this time of season. How many years have you lived?
“Fifty-six.”
Got it. Your ethnicity, good man? I can’t make it out.
“I have been told I have the features of a Heartlander; so, I suppose from the Heartlands.”
Mmm. I never would have expected it. Are you literate?
“Yes, I was taught my letters.”
Good, that won’t hurt you. Do you have a wife at home, or children?
“Nobody.”
They call Sixtus the Third ‘the Lewd’ for having two bastards. Don’t be like him. Have you got anything against taking oaths?
“An oath is just a contract without the signature. I have no reason to oppose making one.”
You’re all set. I’ll have this filed away to the Prelate at once. He’s up the mountain inside Varoche Palace. Short trip.