Kitty watches you closely as you explain your aim. King Saul and his courtiers have tremendous power, and can revel in its richness here at Westfenster as nowhere else. But if they have a clever gadfly in their seat of power—attentive, irreverent, pointed—it can help remind them that they too are human, just like the millions of souls they rule. The most valuable service you can provide for Brenton as a whole is to use your position to keep the Court humble.
You've done a great deal of thinking about this, and though it freezes your blood to think of how it may go wrong, you're convinced in the moment that your greater obligations make it the best choice. [+Melancholy]
"Very well," Kitty says, writing illegible notes to herself. "I ask because I believe the most useful means for assessing a person is the benchmark that soul sets for himself."
"So you are to assess me, on conclusion of the night?"
"In good time," she says, meeting your eyes with a thin smile. You find it very difficult to decipher her personal reaction—if there was any—to your answer.
Onward