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<span class="mu-i">“Sir Andrei, thank you for joining us.”</span> The commander of the Knights Comitas in Cathagi greets you warmly, gesturing you to an open seat across from him. <span class="mu-i">“You seem to be recovering well.”</span>
Behind Chapter Master Callahan’s right shoulder stands your longtime travelling companion Brother Marcel Rousseau. He is a stone.
<span class="mu-i">“Thank you, Your Holiness.”</span> You bow deeply before sitting down, and doing so barely even hurts. <span class="mu-i">“Again, I can only offer my deepest gratitude for the use of your quarters this past week during my recovery.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Please, Sir Andrei. I’ve told you that Brother Callahan is fine, coming from you. And think nothing of it, I barely use the damn place. Too many years in sheepskin bedrolls to appreciate an actual bed in my old age, tragic isn’t it. Wine?”</span> You accept the proffered cup, taking a sip as your host twirls his own goblet. At your glance he grins, dipping the rim to show the transparent contents. <span class="mu-i">“Water for me, sadly.”</span>
You smile, but the holy brother’s sudden change in subject causes it to freeze on your face. <span class="mu-i">“I understand that you bear a letter of recommendation for the Dragon Guard. And that you are considering taking a position with them.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“I do, Brother Callahan, and I am.”</span> The Chapter Master does not mention who he heard that bit of information from, and you find it impolitic to ask.
<span class="mu-i">“Good, good.”</span>
There is a long pause whilst you take another sip, as so does Brother Callahan. Brother Rousseau is a stone.
<span class="mu-i">“…if this is a request to report what I hear-“</span>
<span class="mu-i">“Hah! You think me that crass?”</span> Brother Callahan interrupts with an amused snort. <span class="mu-i">“The Comitas trying their hand at their palace games, I’m sure the witches and merchants and all the rest would just <span class="mu-s">love</span> that. No, no, no. My order is best kept safe from the politicking of this City and the Crescent Palace by staying just as far away from it as I can humanly manage to.”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“I see…”</span> Having had more than your desired share of this intrigue business, you really do. <span class="mu-i">“But, if I may be so bold, what was this all about then?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“It’s about him.”</span> The Comitas Commander jerks his head at the man standing by his side. <span class="mu-i">“Over a decade later and still one of my best. And now, just as we get him back, I’m about to lose him again. Oh don’t look at me like that Brother, you know it’s true.”</span>
You look in Brother Rousseau’s direction, unsure what to make of the one-sided banter from his superior. Brother Rousseau is an expressionless stone.
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