"Byles," Blackwood called out to the old bishop who was walking down the cathedral's halls. His cane sent echoes throughout the building with each step. Blackwood saw he didn't stop for him and clicked his tongue. "Byles. It's important."
With a final loud slam of his cane, the old man stopped and turned to face Blackwood. he frowned at his fake smile. "What."
"15 minutes. That's all I ask. Looking to the ground he thought on it eventually nodding following Blackwood into a side room. "Thank you." Offering a seat he poured the two a glass of water.
"What is so important? I have a matter I need to attend to." Byles spoke impatiently as he leaned on his cane, his hands not touching the glass poured for him.
"Esmond has begun his move." The old man looked at him blankly already knowing that. Blackwood smiles having a sip of water. "I mean, they have begun to target the preachers we set up."
