Even on hallowed days, these crooks just won’t stop, Kye now looking at what was a theft happening on the holy court as he was astride towards the Rectory, a number of fledgling knights on this chase after a man who seemed versed with magic, evading the guards easily.
The Pope was inhaling and exhaling for calm, clasping his Ceremonial Bible in his gloved hand carefully and with prayers, trying to ease himself from the impulse of likewise gunning after the bastard.
He was a Holy. Father of the Land, a Promoter of the Good. He promised the Clergy he was not going to lose his cool and do the usual things he did.
“Temperance. Temperance…”
His effort at self-control seemed to be in vain however. For when he opened one eye and saw the knight apprentices still in much difficulty chasing the runaway fiend, he popped a vein.
“Shit- Why am I even in the Priesthood!”
