"Penitence is an emotional and deep intelligence. It is reared by the very soul when the mind meets realisation of flaws and brokenness and harm to another heart, flames set to burn their love.
And how can you abstain from forgiving a fellow sinner when you are unworthy of casting the First Stone?"
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Aisles of the Secret Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Ingrid Luna-ward could feel her heart's throbbing pulse through her whole body as she walked down the darkling corridors of the faintly lit stone walled under-ground dungeons.
She had not expected most of the happenings that had occurred that evening.
Devland was an honourable man who had, despite his power and status, been kind to a lowly young damsel as herself.
When she had no means of saving her younger sister Erys and herself, the old man had offered them jobs in the underground, merely for her knowledge in the art of potions.
