Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20161023053033

"It's quite all right," she says, smiling but embarrassed. "It's for that reason that I'm still ony allowed on the Cathedral Ward grounds. I'm afraid I'd still scare people. My name is Sister Ullara, but Im just an acolyte. I'd be happy to tell you about us, but the one you probably want to speak to is Father Brannon.  He's the local historian.  I'll take you to him."

She leads Jorge through the wide yards and arched passageways of the Ward grounds, letting him have an in-depth look at its beautiful structure. It seems comparatively new, in contrast to the Order strongholds he's been to.

She takes him to what appears to be an on-grounds rectory building. A young man is on a stone bench out in front, under a tree, copying a text. He sees them approach. He smiles and sets down his quill, and stands.

"Hello, Ullara! We have a visitor?  Father Brannon.  You must be Jorge." He shakes Jorge's hand.

"You already knew who he was??" Ullara says, shocked.

"Only by description. And I believe we have a mutual friend." He smiles and sticks his hands in his pocket, his books tucked under an arm.