Hey, <Sylas>!

Somebody's here to see you...

(Marrec drags you to a corner and starts whispering.)

It's that girl from the Roayl Army. I don't like this. She could rat you out and then--

That isn't going to happen.

(Marrec looks away, fidgeting.)

<Sylas>. It's been a while. How have you been?

....

How long do you intend to stare at me like that?

But... But you're a soldier now, not a cadet. Your loyalties lie with the--

Correct. I am a soldier, and <Sylas> has been dishonorably discharged. Exile, even.

However, I am here on personal business, and I intend to treat <Sylas> as a friend, not a fugitive.

I don't--

....

I am here because there is something I wish to confirm.

<Sylas>, is it true that you fought an enemy that was under the control of Fomor Domination?

I've heard rumors, but the Pontiff's Court has no idea. Isn't it ironic?

Those who most need to know something are the last to find out? Anyway, so it's true?

(You nod.)

I can't believe this. Only a few high-ranking officials in the Pontiff's Court knows [sic] this magic.

If the Fomors are being taught this skill, then someone from the court must be secretly working with them.

I must inform the Pontiff about this right away.

Who is it?

It's me. Blawynn.

What brings you here...?

I must speak to the Pontiff. Is he here?

The Pontiff is a very busy man. Do you think he has time to deal with a mere soldier like you?

....

Very well. What is it that you wish to ask him? I will pass on the message.

Well... Fine. I suspect that someone from the Pontiff's Court is secret working with the Fomors.

What?! Are you certain?

Yes. Someone saw a Fomor using the magic of Fomor Domination.

Do you have evidence of this?

Well...

I see. you are making wild accusations without a single shred of evidence.

Fomor Domination can only be performed be [sic] an elite few. It is a secret magic, passed won in the Pontiff's Court.

And you claim a Fomor was using that magic? Ridiculous! Don't make such a thoughtless claim.

Some would consider it blasphemous.

I...I'm sorry.

Then go. If you find evidence, I will listen to what you have to say.

Yes, sir...

(Blawynn leaves the Cathedral looking disheartened.)

Oh, hi, <Sylas>. What are you doing in Rocheste? You better be careful...

Anyway, my meeting at the Cathedral didn't go well. I was foolish for going without evidence!

And it's not like I could just drag you along to expalin it all. Oh well, it was just a hunch, anyway.

Thanks for coming to check on me. I know I'm not the easiest person go get along with... But you're always nice to me.