*Loviana finds Orshallan in his room, carefully tucking a few last things into a backpack. A glimmering, silvery breastplate and a dark mace chased with gold lie nearby, as if ready for him to spring into action at any time. Hearing the door open, Orshallan leaves his packing to embrace Loviana.*
"Things are going well, Jenar I think will be a better High Righteousness than I. He simply has no ties outside the church and his devotion to it is total. He also carries the title of Grand Forbidder, which will gain him much prestige where it is needed. I leave the church in capable hands. What passed dearheart? You seem troubled."
"Things are going well, Jenar I think will be a better High Righteousness than I. He simply has no ties outside the church and his devotion to it is total. He also carries the title of Grand Forbidder, which will gain him much prestige where it is needed. I leave the church in capable hands. What passed dearheart? You seem troubled."