"So, ye are sayin' that somethin' happened at the house of that Aflidious guy?"

“Something like that” Liaena said grimly as she headed towards the door, Fran trailing along behind. The girl evidently shared none of the dwarfs confidence as she picked up speed, raised voices audibly emenating from the carriage outside. “Hold that thought. One sec!”

*

“False idols…? …”

Marshall stared at Rithrynn as if he could not believe his ears, as a dark flush of anger slowly crawled up his neck. “How dare you blaspheme in the heart of this city? Wretched harpy”

Clutching the diary in one bony hand and his staff in the other, Marshall lurched to his feet, carriage shuddering as he waved his staff in the Night Elfs face. The end of the knarled stick was starting to glow noticeably in the gloom of the carriage as he shook it at her. “Your worship of demons keeps evil alive in this world, Keldorei! Repent, and cleanse your soul, or I will purge it –“

-BANG-

With a sudden squeal of hinges, the carriage door was yanked open again to reveal a Liaena and Fran, the former looking much too cheerful to be allowed under the circumstances. “High Priest Marshall! Could anything possibly be troubling you!?”

[b]“Brat!”[/b] Marshall rounded upon the new target, stabbing a finger at the aforementioned Rithrynn.[b] “This creature is a mockery against our faith, a sin against our world and is getting on my nerves!”[/b]

“She didn’t mean it, Father. She’s just very stupid”

“…Hmmph” Marshall grumbled after a brief pause, apparently slightly mollified by this. Meanwhile, Liaena shot looks at Rithrynn that promised her subsequent shrinking and stuffing in uncomfortable places if she decided to open her mouth. “I will not have her here! Foolish brat. Why did you even bring her!?”

“Ohh…” Liaena said evasively as she clambered into the carriage, tugging Fran along behind her and poking Rithrynn to move over. “But Father, she requested to learn more about the true faith. Surely we, are bound to try and save all souls, no matter how damned?”

“…….”

A silence fell with the old man ruminating upon this, allowing Liaena to carefully lean forward and disentangle his hands from the diary. As she closed the door behind them in the now full carriage, Ragnold whistled to his horses and they started to move again. 

“We’re going to the Cathedral of Light”

Looking up, Liaena caught Frans eye, who was now sitting opposite her and looking quite rightfully confused at the situation. Having been affecting a cheery demeanour throughout her interactions with Priest Marshall, the girl now looked tired and grim again. “I got you to come along because something happened at Lord Alficious’ mansion and you’ve got one of your people in there as well. This afternoon, my owl brought me this”

Giving Fran a couple of seconds to digest this, Liaena held up Alficious’ diary, the book looking deceptively small and irrelevant given the weight that was being placed upon it. Thumbing through the pages to open it at the juiciest points regarding the White Hand, she passed it over for the dwarf to read. “This is the murdered nobles diary. You can look at all of it if you want but it’s more than enough for an investigation on the White Hand – Kathlin was supposed to meet me back at Sharon’s house this afternoon but she sent me this instead. And then there’s this”

Turning the page over to reveal the scrawled note, Liaena waited the dwarf to read it before raising her eyebrows darkly as he looked up at her again. “Something’s happened”