Another small group of Sun Heretics who had infiltrated from Cold Harbor aboard a smuggler's ship was dragged out and confined in a church near the port district.
Having returned from the prison area beneath the church, Vanna made her way to the rest room in the upper sanctuary where the district Bishop responsible for the church had been waiting.
"Vanna, the Judge," the somewhat emaciated district Bishop greeted the young Judge with a bow, "may the waves protect your soul."
"May the waves protect your soul," Vanna returned the greeting to the Bishop and then walked toward a nearby chair with somewhat weary steps, "This is already the second batch of Sun Heretics that has been thrown into prison in the port area, isn't it?"
