"Thank you for meeting me, brothers." Blackwood sat with a glass of water in his hands as his fellow bishops took a seat opposite him. There were six in total and he recognised them all as being the members of the faction who called for greater church control.
"It is nothing. And whilst we have an idea we wonder why you have called us." The oldest of the six spoke first, his cane between his legs as he rested his old body on it.
"Relqisuh your place in the race for the Archbishop seat. Cased your votes for me instead."
"Why would we eve.." A bishop next to the old man called out but with a single raise of his hand, he silenced him.
"Who are you working for in the holy seat?"
"I only work for His Holiness. That's a stupid question." Blackwood didn't drop his smile in front of the peering gaze of the old bishop. Sparks of tension flew through the air as the pressure around the old man increased.
