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>SELECTED: Brother Marcel Rousseau
>SELECTED: GAIN Benediction: Restore +1 wellbeing of a Companion, once per combat.
You fall only for a moment, the rope around your arm snapping taut and leaving you dangling over the cliffside. The vision, or whatever one may call it, fades away rapidly as you come to grips with the direness of your situation. A glance down at the lethal drop below is a sobering moment for you indeed.
The lifeline tugs and tugs, bit by bit you find yourself lifted out of the yawning chasm. Looking up you see that your saviour is none other than Brother Marcel Rousseau, white Comitas cloak flapping in the gentle desert breeze and arms bulging as he gradually lifts you up with a herculean effort. A prayer of heartfelt thanks is still on your lips, whispered to the Almighty and the holy knight both. And this time, praise be to God, the rope holds.
Despite mature age and the taxing effort of scaling this trail behind you fully armoured, the holy knight grips your outstretched arm and pulls you up to the summit in a single motion with surprising strength.
You lay prone on your back for a while, catching your breath and trying to organise your thoughts. The stares of Father Towbray, Brother Rousseau and the two other pilgrims forces you to sit up.
<span class="mu-i">“Was it the Angel?”</span> Father Towbray’s voice is quiet and deferential.
<span class="mu-i">“…”</span> You shake your head. <span class="mu-i">“It was another…”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Adam.”</span> You look up at your confessor, nodding once. The man smiles, closing his eyes before speaking softly. <span class="mu-i">“ ‘Do not weep for your pains of your children. Your blood today buys their future tomorrow.’ The Book of Adam, Act VI. I knew as soon as you spoke the first words of the scripture.”</span>
You frown at Father Towbray’s quoting of the specific passage. That is indeed what the scripture says to your memory, but it is not what you heard. Although the message is similar… But the old priest does not see your expression, already turning to other pilgrims present.
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