Cadair Idris

[Brindisium]

Cadair Idris

Brother Cadair Idris watches the indentured workers entering the mines in Cona and, after a moment of quiet contemplation, vows that he will find a way to ease their suffering.

He stills his mind and focuses on a single thought.

A little girl approaches.

Little Girl: “What are you doing Mister?”
Cadair: “I am bowing to the gods of Markshire to ask for their help.”
Little Girl: “But you aren’t moving!”
Cadair: “I am bowing on the inside.”
Little Girl: (quietly and thoughtfully) “…Oh.”

[Brindisium]

The novice monk knocks respectfully on the door of the Cellarer’s Office.

Cellarer: “Enter”
Novice: “We have received a …missive… from Brother Cadair”
Cellarer: “Yes?”
Novice: (with some trepidation) “He is asking for The Recipies“

There is a long silence during which, in an unusual display of emotion, the Cellarer raises an eyebrow.

Cellarer: “I must speak with the Abbott. Would you be so good as to inform him.”

The novice scurries from the room deeply perturbed.

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