"Pope?"
Monn took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
It was sharp at three, two hours before he had to clock out.
Monn called Philip over and gave a brief explanation of his job. Then he flew to St. Servant.
Monn frowned not long after he reached the sky above St. Servant.
There was a long line of refugees dressed in coarse woven clothes at the city gate.
Most of them were in tattered clothes, and their bodies were covered with wounds, emitting a strong smell of blood.
Monn frowned even more upon hearing the wails below him. He saw that there were Orthodox Church clergy organizing the refugees after looking around, so he landed.
When the clergy saw Monn dressed in red, they quickly greeted with, "Cardinal!"
Monn said calmly, "What happened to these refugees?"
