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The two worshippers of Morr took up residence within a study. Lucian probably could have asked for the others to be present within their conversation but he had enough reasoning that some conversations were to be kept between members.
This one, where they were to discuss the future of Morrtition Temple, was one of those things that only the initiated were allowed to attend.
The room was lit by a few candles, but overall was still much darker than whatever the Nobleman and even some peasants would allow themselves to have. It was somewhat deary and damning but that was likely the point. They were worshippers of Morr after all, too much light and the peasantry would mistaken the Temple to a Death God as one to the God of Mercy.
The door opened and a fellow Priest had come into the room with a plate of refreshments. It was obvious though that the man was a novice in the arts of the Death God for his robe was not fully black. Yet he was still a member of the cult for the Raven dangled from his neck. He gave a solemn bow before returning to through the door and closing it.
“So I see you have been rebuilding.” Lucian said as he reached over and picked up the stale bread the man had placed before them both. Taking the block Lucian slammed it into the table, causing it to become two just as a brick would.
“I have been slowly working upon it for roughly a year.” The Imperial said as he took his piece of bread with a frown, “It has been hard work I can assure you. I made it here a few weeks after the war against the Greenskins and so most of the funds I would have gotten were lost.”
“If money is hard, what about recruitment?” Lucian asked as he dipped his bread into the glass of wine, causing the stale bread to become somewhat bearable.
“Morr is being selective of those that join us. About every two months a person comes through the gates into our Garden saying that he was instructed to come here.” Wolfmar said as he mimicked what Lucian was doing without mentioning a word, “I have visited a few temples whose recruitment is done actively, and found them all lacking. So the fate of this temple is in the hands of Morr himself.”
“People and money, I cannot really say if I understand anything.”
“It is an issue that I am working on.” The Priest said as he leaned in, “Do you mind talking about what happened here a year ago? When the Necromancers killed everyone?”
“I will try my best to remember.” Lucian said as he began telling the man the tale.
