Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20161024023214

"We have no intention of spreading anything, Jorge. But whether or not we want it known is irrelevant.  I have played the game long enough to understand well that it is only a matter of time before knowledge is spread, whether through subterfuge, or scrying, or other means.  I should know, it's one of my stocks-in-trade.  It has to be, lest my country fall from black seeds planted from within by those who would see us undone.  And there are many."

She folds her hands and leans back, crossing her legs. The leather chair creaks. "I have shown you this not just to confirm its validity, which would have been simple. I have brought you here that you may know of the gravity of what I am going to ask of you."

There is no humor in her voice. The twinkling of her eyes is gone, replaced with a cold calculation that Jorge has never seen. This is the Regent, the woman who has kept a fragile balance with an iron hand for seventy years.

"It is not a matter of if, but of when. When the Order again comes, they will come with nothing less than utter finality.  Should it happen in your lifetime, I want you to leave.  Leave, and never return."