Samuel
Drench a kitchen rag in heretics blood
Sam watched Nate carefully. He knew the man quite well - their tryst had been short lived, but intense, and they'd spoken often since then. He knew when Nate was struggling with an idea, knocking it back and forth in his head; he had a specific way of holding his face when he was decided what to say. "Indeed." He agreed, when the expression finally begot words."A storm breaking and paper changing hands...my first thought would be the beginnings of the war, and the need for some kind of diplomatic action. Did you say these visions come from the Voice herself? Can you go to her for clarification, or is that...cheating?" It seemed odd, given this was literally life or death, but he knew Gods, even their new Goddess, could be capricious at times.
Wash your windows and prepare for the flood
