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Oswald was brewing that stranger's coffee when more patrons came in, and as he looked at the front door, the barkeep realized that his trouble was getting even bigger.

"Beer? This early in the day?"

remarked one of those newcomers. Her hair was carrot-colored, and her attire was as pompous as those troublesome nobles on the business trip.
"Then again I've heard that it would pair well with some of the dishes served in this region. Very well, a mug of your finest dunkel, then. As for the dish, I would like sauerkraut as the appetizer, Schweinshaxe as the main dish, knödel as a side dish, and apfelstrudel as dessert."


Without giving Oswald time to comprehend, let alone write those long words in a damn paper, that dame had already talking to one of her companions, who seemed like a bratty panjandrum.

"Oy! Guv!" He called, leaning half of his body on the counter like an irritated horse. "Say whot again?"

Carnathia repeated his order, and by the time she started pronouncing sauerkraut and Schweinshaxe, Oswald no longer bothered writing them up.

"You know what, Guv? I say you went to the wrong establishment. There is a fancy restaurant five towns ago run by Varenheim Knive ears, they definitely got all you want. The best we make here's sausage roll! Da best in da east I say!"

"We can have 'em too boss?" the cook suddenly chimed in, bringing Ludwig's omelet and placing it on the counter. "Saurkraut is that fermented cabbage, boss, and for Schweinshaxe---"

"Scwein... what agen?" inquired the barkeep, slightly confused when the cook spelled the word proficiently.

"Sch-weins-haxe" the cook corrected. "I can fetch swine knuckle from our local butcher, it's still early day so he should have some. For the Knodel, I will boil the potatoes now."

The barkeep rolled his eyes and poured a black colored beer into a mug. "Whatever. Bloody Fritz and their unnecessarily long words. Just saying you want a black beer would suffice. What about your pals? They got mushy wet sour cabbage and pork legs too?"

The cook, a young man with afro hair winked. His voice was smooth. "I can make your order, miss, but the preparation would take a while."
『 Ludvig 』 "Hi. Yeah, can I have um... Coffee and an omelette, please? Any omelette will do"


The barkeep was a mustached, middle-aged name named Oswald. He had average height and was a bit too fat to be considered healthy. He wore a white, long-sleeved shirt that seemed to have seen better days and a black vest with two buttons, and then a bowler hat with the same dark color.

He leaned forth and stared at Ludwig as if he had offended him somehow before finally answering.

"Oy mate! We've got beer, and if yew ain't want beer you ain't buying!"

This peculiar customer now placed two silver coins on the counter and nodded, confusing the barkeep even more.

"Wot? Yew serious? Well, it ain't like we ain't have it, Castellan occasionally orders some for lads doin' night patrol. A vile drink they say and I agree, it tastes like sewage wo'er and I'aint blame em if they think they got it as some sort of punishment. Not me affair to judge yer drink. One cup of coffee then, have a seat.

He turned back before returning to the counter again.

"And omelet, whot kind again? Ah nevermind! One plain omelet, for a gud man. Charlie, you hear?!"

A voice from the kitchen answered. "Loud and clear boss!"
Carmen Friston

Unlike Rezello, who clearly needed some time for stretchings after their long travel, the eccentric performer had already flickered his presence toward the terrace of the inn he mentioned. 25 days was enough for Carmen to get used to this man's peculiarities, so he didn't mind. He just hoped that his habit of sneaking up on someone wouldn't get him into trouble.

"Just one, Carmen. I assume you are quite well known through these parts, right? Considering my... 'luck' with Westernant authorities, should some of them share our dear ex-inquisitor's opinion about me, It would be quite useful to have someone like you, captain, to attest to my innocence, since you know well how unlikely most are to trust my words. Even when those are true."


"Yes, I was a Cavalry Colonel on these parts, but many things have changed for the last five years. But worry not, I've already put some words about our visit, so no one will question you."

Except maybe some rowdy drunkards a staple in every saloon and bar alike, but that was nothing they couldn't handle. Heh, come to think of it, the locals too might spare her some unfriendly looks and exchange some hateful whisper about her and other things that unfortunately beyond his control. Better not leave them too long without proper supervision.

"I will be joining you before midday. There is something I need to discuss with the garrison commander about the neighboring region."

"I've known of Dragon's Maw but this is the first time I've visited. You seem to know quite a bit about this place, what are the places of interest? Some good restaurant for fine dining before we depart to Sielse, for instance? I've been meaning to try some Castediar Pork Tenderloin with Romesco Sauce and Patatas Bravas."


"I got to admit... the idea of a good local meal is quite attractive! Don't get me wrong, the travel rations were fine, much better than most stuff I had to eat while under the loving 'care' of a few of the most... 'passionate' inquisitors, but given the lengthy mission we have ahead of us, it might be a good idea to take every opportunity we have for a bit of comfort while we can, no?" Amaris said, agreeing with Carnatia's suggestion.


Carmen decided to let the jab from Amaris pass and let out an amused chuckle, he did not blame them. Almost a month living off dried provisions would make one crave something more refined. Still, though, they were not in Servielle. "I am not sure those are what our castellan have on a daily basis," he said while glancing at the fortress northside of the city. "But they have pigs here as a staple, so I guess you could check out the tavern and see what they have. Who knows they might do a custom order. Why don't you two go with Lynx? And take Rezello with you too. He seems could use some refreshments."

@13org@Randomguy@Soldat Elf@Valkon
On the way


25 days later

For most of the journey, the party had developed quite a steady habit: they would travel when the sun was still up, and camping the sun was no longer on the horizon. Restock sufficiently in every town, and make sure the horses are well fed and well rested.

It was never meant to be a comfortable ride for anyone, but at least their journey has been uneventful, and most importantly, safe. Many barren flatlands passed, yet no problem sprung out from the lonely grassland, neither from the hills nor steep riverbanks. Day or night didn't make any difference. Castediar really knew how to keep their vast territory conducive, and it made Carmen proud.

It was the Captain's turn to be the outrider when they approached the frontier city of Dragon's Maw. From here they could see the mountain range and iconic hills that stood tall beside the city, like a body of a giant wyrm that guards an encased jewel.

Still visible from here was Dragon's Maw Fortress. It was built on the hilly side of the town, right at the end of the mountain range. The morning sun shone on the citadel like some sort of divine light blessing a fully armored dragon slayer stepping on the head of a fallen wyrm.

Upon entering the city limit. Captain Friston announced. "This will be our last stop."

Despite being a frontier city, Dragon's Maw was a thriving settlement; the roads were paved, and the buildings were made of concrete, stone, and solid wood. It provided all services and needs commonly found in other notable cities across Westernant, making it a popular rest stop for merchants from Savoy, or Dagorlad.

It was, however an undisputed fact that Dragon's Maw owed its prosperity to the large presence of military activity around it. In every corner of the road, there were always Westernant Soldiers guarding the premises, the queue in Blacksmith's workshops was dominated by military orders, and the off-duty soldiers had always been the most frequent patrons for the local tavern.

For Captain Friston, this was like a homecoming. He was stationed here ten years ago and some veterans might still remember him

After going through Dragon's maw main road, he stopped the convoy in a military garrison near the city limit.

After speaking with a soldier who apparently knew him and had been informed of his arrival, Captain Friston returned to the group.

"Amigos, we will replace our horses here and resupply. Accommodations for you have been booked in the inn we passed earlier. Feel free to check it out, or stroll around the city if you please. But don't forget to get enough rest. We will leave tomorrow morning by horse. The carriage will have to stay here for security reasons. Any questions?"
Where it Begins

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Captain Carmen Andario Friston walked through that corridor again, not a step wasted without a silent prayer. Sharply dressed with his trusty Galero, he wore a blue navy uniform with black trousers and a traveling coat. His sabre had been polished and now dangled on his left hip.

He had woken up early, but he was hardly the only one. The Helvetian clerics had already started their daily routine before the rooster began crowing, ready to man their stations. Some had prepared their breakfast, while the others attended morning Prayers with the archbishop.

Everyone was already there, so he sat down, recited another prayer, and participated in their communal breakfast.

****


"This tunnel leads to Arche, a village east of the capital." Said Saunière, gesturing to his disciples to open a large trap door in the Church Library. "Our ancestors built it many years ago as an evacuation route and no one besides the congregation knows where it ends."

The thud of that wooden door and the dust that puffed out afterward made the archbishop take some steps back.

"I am sorry Children, I wish there was a better route than a dusty old tunnel to start your journey."

"It's out of necessity, so it is what we'll take." Carmen said.

"Indeed. The supplies and your horses have been waiting for you in Arche. One of my disciples is standing by at the crossroad to guide you to your transport."

"Thank you, Archbishop." Carmen bowed, and Saunière patted his shoulder. "Bring them back safely. I know you can. You too, Mirielle, I can't say your journey will be easy, but try to face everything with compassion and patience. May God protect you, and may you never stray from the path of righteousness."

When Carmen made his way down to that tunnel, followed by the others, their journey had begun. The last prayer Saunière recited was still echoing in his head.

****


Meanwhile, at another corner of the city, The Peacekeeper current director Jazdia Crystalspark was enjoying her tea time at the HQ's cafeteria when a concierge approached her.

"Good morning Frau Crystalspark, I hope you don't mind the intrusion, but I have a letter for you. From Seine Exzellenz Saunière."

"The Archbishop?" the elven woman inquired. "He delivered it in person?"

"Nein, gnädige Frau, one of his klerikerinnen did, said it is for you."

The concierge showed her a white envelope and carefully placed it on the table. Meanwhile, Jazdia wondered what this was all about. Didn't she already sign the clearance yesterday? Why did they have to pester her this early in the morning?

She glanced at the concierge, acknowledged the letter with a nod, and thanked him.

"Not another mother's sob stories again, I hope."

The letter was... unexpected. It was a recommendation letter for someone named Amaris Mallory, a Sarkaz who apparently had been in The Order's detention for almost a decade and probably needed asylum because she held important information.

Jazdia folded the letter and stored it in her satchel bag.

"Unexpected and unusual," she muttered, squeezing a slice of lemon into her cup. The letter looked more like a distraction than anything, why now, why today, and why that person? And more importantly, Who was that person?

Surely she would find a record or two about this Amaris in their database, but God knew her schedule wouldn't allow that. Was this some trick to make her spend all day inside an archive room? And they thought she would fall for it? Come on.

For someone as cunning as Saunière, he should have tried better. That Pontifical Guard slash ex-inquisitor knew better how to get his job done.

She sipped her tea and recalled the meeting yesterday, believing this bizarre letter was meant to veer her attention from The Order's biggest complaint; The Council's reluctance to send off a rescuing party. And to respond to that, they sent their high-ranking field officer to negotiate.

"Stubborn...", Jazdia thought, with a bit of amusement, rare was the day when someone could claw something out of her hand.

This Ex-Inquisitor Carmen Friston insisted that whether or not she signed up that clearance was irrelevant, but he had hoped that she did. Because they will go regardless, and they will use all resources at their disposal to besmirch the credibility of her organization if she keeps stalling this mission. Decades of tenure in this line of work convinced Jazdia that it was not an empty threat.

So she had the clearance letter inked, hoping nothing disastrous would come out of it.

If it were up to her, she would show him the door, but her idealism would only get her so far in this political circus. Saunière too had played his role in this by rallying the families of those who went missing with Thomas; Those who had influence used their privilege to send formal requests to the council, while those who were less affluent would directly storm into the HQ and make her afternoon tea time less enjoyable.

Come to think of it, whether she signed that permission or not, they would be the least of her problems soon, well, for the time being, at least.

"Miss Jazdia, our ship will be departing in one hour." Announced a woman with long blue hair styled in a silly-looking cut. Jazdia answered with a troubled smile.

"I will be ready in ten minutes."

Right, a trip to Kindeance. The Council's current focus for the time being. Kindeance and Mecedonion's peace talk was scheduled for the next month and she would act as their mediator.


Taking the last sip of her soured tea, Jazdia stood up from her chair and checked her notebook. It should be the time to put the matters regarding Tretagor in the back of her mind, but somehow, she recalled this one moment of their banter yesterday.

"Tell me, Señorita, don't you want to join us? To amend past mistakes? To make things better?"

To which she replied.

"Unlike you, Colonel Friston, I don't engage in the futility of fixing a broken mirror."

Carmen Friston


『 Ludvig 』 "Oh. Which way is the kitchen?"


"Straight ahead, and then go to the right. The infirmary is on the left wing of the temple."

And then that weird performer was gone.

If it wasn't for his hat (which he had put back on when done with his meal) the facepalm would be epic. What was that just a moment ago? In his entire life as a noble and officer who had seen many kinds of soldiers, not once had he ever seen someone act so ungentlemanly as if all common sense had been temporally absent in his head.

Where did Saunière get this guy? Yes, in the circus, but why?

Despite the inappropriate and shocking turns of events, Carmen noted that the guy moved faster than the wind. Maybe that explains his eccentricities. To think this man was just a mere circus performer was quite a waste of talent, he thought.

A moment passed, and Carmen still mulled over the recent mishaps, meanwhile, Amaris told the rest of her story. He didn't put any thought into it, it sounded like one side of a story that made a lot of sense but was unverified nonetheless.

"This kind of mischief will not happen again." He said finally, partly to Amaris as an indirect apology, and to everyone else, as a light warning. "I am sure everyone here knows what is appropriate. I don't take ignorance as an excuse."

Standing up and taking a moment to fix his hat, Carmen added. "I will head back to my room first. If I am allowed to give a word of wisdom, don't stay up late, we will be leaving early this morning."

When walking through the corridor to the dormitory floor, Carmen wondered if he should employ a more traditionalistic approach for this mission. This new team looked like one hell of a group to work with.

Carmen Friston


Saunière had left, again, leaving Carmen, who seemed in deep thoughts. The Head of Pontificals Guards had prepared himself for this kind of revelation, or at least had predicted it. He already knew about the transfer, and the fact that it would be here of all places, surely it was not a mere coincidence.

He just didn't expect the archbishop would really enlist her in this mission.

It seemed the trouble was already brewing. Mirielle would start it, and that... again, wasn't surprising at all. The outburst was a stark contrast to Amaris' gentle proems.

Surprisingly the female inquisitor was calm enough to let their Sarkaz guest finish her introduction. Not saying the entire process was happening in cordial terms. Mireille was fuming, and Carmen could feel her penetrating gaze already bore through his skull. The Sarkaz's insouciant attitude when she grabbed her plate and started eating was not helping either.

"Please eat first," Carmen said in a slightly detached tone but still smiling at her to maintain the welcoming atmosphere. "This should be a feast, so make yourself comfortable. Questions and answers can wait, but if you insist, I am Carmen Andario Friston, I will be the captain of this mission."

Then he turned to Mirielle and shook his head, signaling to her that "Now is not the right time."

Come to think of it, Saunière should have told her about his plan instead of him. Would make this entire arrangement a lot easier for both of them.

As for him, after a brief consideration, he actually didn't mind The Sarkaz's participation. From the news he had heard, in 9 years she was in The Order's custody, there were almost zero accidents reported regarding this particular individual. It at some point intrigued him, but he just didn't have the chance to know The Order's newest hunting tools better.

Today the chance had presented itself in this very hall, to see the Witch herself in the flesh, and he must admit that he felt slightly bad for her. The moniker felt undeserved, and treating her like a tool feels wrong. It was a real person sitting and eating in front of them, not some uncivilized beast with no conscience. Although he did not discount this sarkaz's sins and her ill-famed ancestry, it was only fair that she was given a chance after almost a decade of relative obedience toward the Order's teachings.



@ExpendableHello, sorry for the late reply. Unfortunately, we are full, and adding more players is beyond my capability as a sole GM.
Looking forward to seeing you in my next RP.
Meanwhile, just a floor below the Hall of Glory ...

Archbishop Saunière slowly walked down the stairs leading to the underground complex of the church, feeling the usual uneasiness whenever he brought himself down to this rather deserted section. Before he was granted his title, his predecessors used this basement as a detention facility for criminals or members of congregations that broke the sacred order.

It was a practice that had long been obsolete in Helvetia, partly because the Republic banned it, and also because Saunière himself believed that dealing out severe corporeal punishment was not the domain of men, but rather God himself.

"Oh, wait until you see this one specimen." The archbishop remembered Cardinal Seroz's laughter when he transferred a chained prisoner into his threshold. Likely his punishment From The Order for granting mercy toward members of the congregation who at some point had gone astray.

The chamber before him was secured by a heavy wooden door. This was the only enclosed room that remained after his disciples had renovated the rest of the basement and turned it into an indoor gymnasium for them to train, usually used as a resting room for those who had exhausted themselves after hours of hard workouts.

But today, the chamber was guarded by one of his most reliable disciples, who stood there, bored out by the uneventfulness of his duty. He immediately straightened himself upon seeing Saunière.

"At ease, my child." Saunière said patiently. If it was up to him, he would think this was unnecessary, but Cardinal assured him that this prisoner must not be left alone, especially since this was a new habitat for her. So he obeyed, but he did not lock the door.

"I will take care of this. I assume you did not enter the room and nothing has happened?"

"No, Father. She's been all quiet."

"Good. You may go upstairs and rest."

The disciple, despite his previously bored disposition, now sounded concerned.

"Father, sir, If what I've heard is true, then let me accompany you."

"It is unnecessary," Archbishop assured, not looking back at his disciple who grew even more appalled when the Archbishop turned the knob and opened the heavy door without a key. "If she is as dangerous as they say, you'd have seen it sooner. Now go, I will speak to our friend. Fewer people mean less nervousness, don't you agree?"

After dismissing his disciple and making sure that he had climbed upstairs, Saunière let the door open as he entered the chamber.

Sitting in that room was a woman with a pale complexion and white hair styled with distinctive trim on the bangs. She was robed in a wardrobe that at first glance, seemed like an ordinary nun headscarf but looked like it was pelted by thin blades made of black iron, reminding Saunière of the dramatized paintings of the old saints but disfigured and sinister.

His red eyes stared at him with lividness, but the archbishop only smiled. "Sorry, It was rude for me to talk behind your back. Have you eaten yet?"

There was a trayful of food at the small table by the corner of the room, it was not different from what the church has served in the Glory Hall (minus the wine of course), but it had been left untouched.

"I am sorry, it is not my intention to treat you like a prisoner. I wish we could welcome you like how men of God would receive a guest in His house."

***


Being transferred from place to place wasn't exactly something new for Amaris. During at least 7 years, she had been taken around under chains to serve as the Order's hunting hound, in hopes of reducing a sentence she didn't deserve, given to hide the incompetence of the Westernant authority and the corruption of all involved with that slaver settlement. Her 'condemnation'? A mere façade to preserve the status-quo and avoid scandals.

After all, she was more than sure that should the slavers be Sarkaz people, the inquisitors would readily mark them as heretics and burn them alive for their sins...

But unlike most inquisitors, the man who met Amaris was much different. Unlike the fanatic zealots that often took the mantle of inquisitors, the Archbishop was a calm, placid and measured man... One of the few that treated her as a person instead of a dangerous, chained animal, something which shattered the image she had from him.

But despite his apparent kindness, Amaris had the feeling there was more behind the man. The very idea that someone as calm and kind as him was able to control the bloodthirsty, trigger-happy zealots under the Order's command was... difficult to believe. It was precisely due to these thoughts that Amaris found it hard to fully trust the Archbishop.

The food they offered her just before meeting with him was a truly delectable dish, different from the bland bread and dried meat she was given by most of her other 'handlers'. Truth be told, Amaris herself was incredibly tempted to eat it even now, with the dish being lukewarm at best, after being put aside by her due to her distrust regarding the entire situation. After all, it was almost unheard of any prisoners meeting the Archbishop face to face... Much less one as dangerous as Amaris.

"Good Evening, Archbishop Saunière. It's been a while time since I heard someone referring to me as a 'guest' instead of a witch." Amaris said finally, carefully analyzing the man as he entered the secure room.

***


"A guest." Corrected Saunière, shaking his head in a seemingly superficial dismay. "Whoever comes and seeks shelter in this church doesn't matter as long as they don't spell danger to my congregation, and you, Amaris, have behaved like a good guest would. I don't know if that's because of your situation or purely from your heart, but is only fair if we repay that in full."

"is that so?" asked the woman. "One of the guards told me that I should give praise and thank the Hero Lydus for this delectable dish. While I'm not a pious woman, I wish not to squander yours—and His—gifts and good will, but hope you don't mind if I wish to eat something a bit warmer. Who knows when I'll have the chance of indulging on such luxury again, after all..."

Amaris said, expertly dodging away from partaking from that particular dish and opting for... 'fresher' ones, less likely to have been tampered with.

It was a small detail, but it was enough for Saunière to realize that she was still a bit cautious about trusting him and the order... Even after nine years.

"Thank Lord Creator, not Lydus, for he was just a messenger of good commandments. That being said, you don't need my permission to relish what has been provided. It is the same victuals we provided for our honorable guests, nothing less and nothing more. Should you want more or a warmer option, we can go upstairs. But there is something I need to talk to you first. An important matter."

There was a moment of silence, the kind of haunting silence of one party not yet agreeing with the other's proposal. However, it would soon be apparent, that there was no disagreement, just the other party still lagging on the part of their conversation that she found amusing.
***


Amaris couldn't help but let out an amused smirk and a chuckle as she heard Saunière's words mentioning that she didn't spell danger to his church. From the day she was caught to that very moment they found themselves face to face, Amaris refused to harm any innocent and yet he was one of the few people who actually seemed to truly believe her.

"I can understand why everyone from the Order speaks of you with such admiration and reverence. Either you are almost a living saint or an incredibly cunning person... For my own good, I hope it's the former one." Amaris said with an amused chuckle, as she shifted on her seat, taking a more comfortable position as she leaned forward, paying attention at what Saunière had to say.

"Curious how your Creator seems to be much gentler, kinder and more generous than the ones the Inquisitors seem to speak of..." Amaris said, with an amused expression, carefully observing the Archbishop's reaction to that small provocation.

***


Sauniere decided to let the remark slide and replied with a weak smile.

"Their intention is good," he said. "But some of us have their ways of expressing such intention, I am saying this without agreeing to some of the Inquisitor's extreme methods, mind you, but also not condemning them, for the opinion of one man should not be taken as the ultimate truth. Maybe there is a wisdom I have yet to see from their harsh proceedings, that some see as disproportionate. I am sure you are no stranger to harsh and disproportionate retribution, am I wrong?"

***


Upon hearing Saunière's reply after she mentioned the inquisitors, and a cue to 'that' accident Amaris expression immediately darkened, as she looked at him in silence for a moment.

For a brief moment, it almost seemed like the Archbishop's reply had enraged Amaris, that was before her expression immediately lightened as she let out a smile and a very amused laugh.

"A cunning man indeed. Much to my dismay. It seems I was right in being careful about you. Risking sounding like an inquisitor myself, it might have been harsh, but not undeserved. What happened in that settlement wasn't murder. It was reckoning. With that said, I still think I am better than most inquisitors at judging who are truly guilty or not before acting."

***


The Archbishop let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head, his tone was still patient.

"While it is true that there are some inquisitors who act outside of their boundaries, like in your accident, most of them act based on rules and code of conduct. Power is a heady thing, Amaris. When you think of yourself as the judge, jury, and executioner, be careful you might already walk in the same path as the people you despise."

"Sometimes we are forced to take on this role, Archbishop. No matter how heavy it might be..." Amaris replied, with a serious expression when Saunière mentioned the risk she was taking to walk the same path of those she despised.

"Especially when those who should have done something instead would prefer avert their eyes and ignore the suffering of others for their own gain." she finished, with a dark expression.

Smiling, Saunière hoped that Amaris would remember what he just said. Considering what this woman had gone through for the past 7 years, he understood her bitterness and arguing would be the last thing they needed.

So he gave her a moment, to let the words sink deeper before he directed their focus back on the matter at hand.

***


"Let us not dwell on the past." I would not say this conversation is entirely about the disappearance of Paladin Thomas, but in your case, it is more about you, and why you are here.

Without giving Amaris a chance to speak, he continued. "There are... some people who wish for ill fate to befall us. Those people wish you would take advantage of my leniency and harm me and my congregation so they would have the excuse to have you executed and remove me from my position. I must confess at first I had that fear, but then I prayed to God, for his protection, and for Him to not disappoint my faith for I believe every soul was created good. It seems my prayer was not in vain.

And that brings us to this conversation. You can see that I don't have that restraining device with me, I left it in my office, because I trust you. Because I believe you would make this decision not out of selfishness. The decision to make you what you are now was not right, but as a part of The Order, and more importantly, as a servant of God, how wretched I am to set you free without proof of virtue, or with a possibility of recapture by the inquisitors."

***


In silence, Amaris quietly and carefully heard his words. While there was indeed a new mission she was designated to, it wasn't in fact, the main point of that serious —and rather secretive— conversation.

Even a man as powerful and cunning as the Archbishop had enemies, enemies who not only wanted to get rid of him, to see him fail but were willing to use Amaris as a pawn for their own goals. Considering the fact that there were signals that corrupt authorities were likely involved in the slaver settlement nine years ago, it wasn't that surprising that there were also some bad apples inside the very order.

Nevertheless, Amaris was still impressed by how much the Archbishop was willing to trust, both his plan and Amaris herself. Not only he decided to meet her face to face, but without the signet ring that was used to activate the Robes of Penitence. Even if Amaris assumed that there was some other way to activate the robes or that there was someone else observing their conversation, ready to activate her robes, there was still a very real threat to the Archbishop, should she decide to do something... Of course, she would likely end being executed on spot, but still...

"In seven years of completing missions for the Order, I have never harmed innocent people... Even when your inquisitors would. I am many things, Archbishop Saunière, but I am not guilty of half the things most people accuse me of." Amaris said with a serious tone.

"I know not about the enemies you face inside the Order or about what are they capable of doing just to get rid of you, but I can at least assure you that you were correct in putting your faith in me." Amaris said. For a brief moment, an almost imperceptible smile crossed Amaris' face as she said that, almost as if she was a bit thankful for the trust he had on her.

Sauniere said nothing, seemingly knowing that his words were not needed. Her assurance had satisfied him enough, and now it was her turn to bargain her price.

"I assume you plan in having me participate in this mission, right? Should it have a positive outcome, you would be showing your competence as the Archbishop, gaining leverage against those who want to see your downfall inside the Order and consolidating your position. In the other hand, I would earn my freedom and proving that most charges against me are either incorrect or simply false. Should this, in turn, reveal the truth about the corruption that allowed the slave trade to flourish in the border settlement that was destroyed by me nine years ago, besides being a very desirable outcome for me, would also make it harder for whoever your enemies are, to openly make any moves against you without drawing suspicion to themselves... Am I correct?" Amaris said after thinking for a moment in the words the Archbishop had just said.

"In the end, having this mission end in a success would be incredibly helpful for both of us." Amaris concluded after considering the benefits and drawbacks of accepting the Archbishop's proposal
***


"I want you to participate in this mission," he said, with mirth that somewhat mocks her theorem. "I promise no specified outcome should the mission go well, but your freedom. Your guardianship has been transferred to me, and naturally, it is my call now to assign you a task as I see fit. This will be your last duty, and your obligation toward the Order will be no more. You need not worry about my predicament, dear Amaris, but the aftermath..."

"Meaning?"

"My influence in The Order might be significant but limited nonetheless. Clearing your name would be a tall order and I am sorry for that."

The archbishop did not fail to notice the expression in Amaris' pale visage. But she should have seen that coming. Both of them knew what the order was capable of, and although The Order almost never dishonored a contract, the possibility of someone of higher rank than him vetoing his decision and re-apprehend Amaris was never out of the table.

But he wasn't a man without a plan.

"But please hear me out for a moment. I have a friend in The Council. Someone who may be interested in your story and can grant you protection should things go south. After this fellowship departed, an envoy would be sent to her office to inform her of your plight. I hope this friend will fare better in that regard, and that would be enough as an apology."

Another silence ensued. Amaris spent some moments to rethink the situation and the offer. Their pros and cons. While she was a bit frustrated with the Archbishop's words and how it would be hard to clear her name, having his, and the order's support would be very helpful.

"Regarding your proposal... Having your and your friend's word that you will support me when the time comes is more than enough. Should things go as I plan, the corruption behind the incident on the slaver settlement will be brought to light and when it does, the repercussion it would cause will be enough to turn the situation in both our favors in a way it would become incredibly difficult for anyone to do anything against us regarding these matters without drawing suspicion to themselves..." Amaris said with a cunning grin.

"As long as you keep your word, I will keep mine. This opportunity will show itself to be quite vaulable for both of us." she finished, evidently satisfied with the outcome of their talk.

"Thanks to the creator!" He grinned, then walked aside and extended his hand to invite the Sarkaz to leave the room first. "Now go ahead and meet the rest of the group. I am sure they will be happy to see you and the food... is much warmer there."

"I will. You have my thanks, Archbishop. I must admit, our little conversation did make me quite famished." Amaris replied, delicately nodding before she stood up and left the room first.

***


The introduction was brief. Archbishop Saunière casually returned to The Hall and announced that they had one more person helping the cause before letting Amaris do the introduction herself.
He then approached Inquisitor Friston, placing the tray he was carrying on that table and then whispering something as the man carefully watched the newcomer with a mix of confounded and amused expressions, as if mentally asking the Archbishop; "Are you sure this is a good idea?"


Carmen Friston


"I only understand one thing, and I agree with you." The Inquisitor said categorically. "I see nothing wrong with taking Sielse as one of the protectorates. It is a noble cause to share our prosperity with those who are unfortunate, wherever they are. To bring back the order as you said, and order brings peace and opportunity and prosperity. We had a good system, where things worked wonderfully, but sadly we live in a time of deceit and cowardice. Small things, but the right things, that's the best we lower rankers can do, at least it is better than lamenting the incompetence of those above us while sitting in an amrchair."

For a moment he did not look at Carnathia, as if averting his gaze from a bad memory, and the words he said were nothing but a self-consolation. He then continued.

"You brought an interesting perspective there, Baronesa De Valmot. Seeing Helvetia break free from its thousand years of neutrality would be a novel sight. But if that happens, they are the least of my worries compared to the elves, who incessantly scheming behind their mask of nonchalance."

Pausing again to realize that he was in fact in Helvetia, and there were Herlvetians in this very hall, he continued in a more relaxed tone, now avoiding the subject entirely.

"Well, I hope you are as tired as I am talking about high politics. Not that I really care about it, despite being a noble myself, my only desire was just to help people."

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