"Mother." A Yin greeted, "You seem to be doing well."
"Enjoying the magic tower you were gifted." Madam spoke, "I had it rather built to your cup of tea."
"Good enough." A Yin spoke, "Mother, Church of Light—I wonder if the whole area can be burned to the ground?"
"What for?" Madam inquired.
"Rumors are spreading, about them illegally experimenting on children. Children are far more sacred than anything else." A Yin explained, "Vile wretched old-fashioned conservative fools can rot in the bowels of hellfire."
"Your choice of words is always colorful and places meaning upon them all." Madam spoke, "Very well, but only after the Banquet of Ten thousand stars ends, it begins in three days."
"As you wish mother." A Yin smiled, as his sliver eyes shined, "It will truly bring a higher place of smiling in the end."