"Lat had mentioned you before, Mr. Hamilton, good morning."
In the thin morning fog, the three people standing in front of Dawn Chapel greeted each other.
Bishop Owen, though appearing of age, spoke energetically. He looked Shard up and down and then lamented with Priest Augustus how the younger generation seemed to have more spirit than theirs had.
Bishop Owen was quite talkative, and he easily drew Shard into the topic of the Holy Prayer Day event they had been discussing.
