"So humble. A good trait to have." Gideon nodded approvingly. While he didn't often like to play the role of an old wise man, sometimes it was fun to let himself slip into it, to pretend that as a priest he had access to some plane of higher morality.
There was very little information on Amalia to be had, but he did pick up one thing: Dorian had spoken to her. That meant there was someone else to ask about the seemingly reluctant Vi's Chosen. "I see. Hopefully we can assure her there is nothing to be troubled about in her position." Amalia had been honoured with one of the best titles in the world, in Gideon's opinion; he doubted he would ever be sad again with that kind of Godly support behind him.
As Falke made to leave he stood up from the pew and nodded a goodbye, stretching as he thought over his evening duties. "I may well. Goodbye, Doctor."
{FIN}
There was very little information on Amalia to be had, but he did pick up one thing: Dorian had spoken to her. That meant there was someone else to ask about the seemingly reluctant Vi's Chosen. "I see. Hopefully we can assure her there is nothing to be troubled about in her position." Amalia had been honoured with one of the best titles in the world, in Gideon's opinion; he doubted he would ever be sad again with that kind of Godly support behind him.
As Falke made to leave he stood up from the pew and nodded a goodbye, stretching as he thought over his evening duties. "I may well. Goodbye, Doctor."
{FIN}
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
