"I know I speak harshly at times, but I hope you understand that I am merely doing my job."

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Out at night.

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The halls of Garreg Mach Monastery were quiet in the late evening, the distant sound of wind rustling through the high towers the only accompaniment to the steady rhythm of Seteth's footsteps. The lantern in his hand cast a warm glow on the stone walls, illuminating the intricate carvings that had stood for centuries. His expression was as composed as ever, though the tight set of his jaw hinted at the weight of his thoughts.

He had just returned from a meeting with Rhea, the conversation still lingering in his mind. The Archbishop had shared her plans for the upcoming ceremony, and while Seteth agreed with the need to maintain order and tradition, something about her resolve troubled him. The church’s influence was fragile these days, the tensions between the factions at the monastery palpable.

As he reached the archway leading to the courtyard, he paused, his eyes drawn to the night sky. The stars above were clear and sharp, a pleasant sight on a spring evening. The crisp air carried the faint scent of blooming flowers, and for a moment, he allowed himself to stand still, his shoulders easing just slightly. It was a fleeting reprieve, one he knew would be interrupted all too soon.

And interrupted it was. A quiet shuffle of footsteps behind him caught his attention, drawing his focus back to the world around him. Someone was approaching—unhurried but deliberate. He turned, lantern held steady, and his sharp green eyes found the figure standing in the shadows just beyond the courtyard.

“Out for a walk at this hour?” he asked, his tone calm but firm. The light from his lantern reflected off the stranger’s face, though their expression remained unreadable. “It is rare to see anyone roaming the monastery grounds this late. I assume you have a reason.”