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| - "Understandable. She'll reach her limit, soon. We must all realize our places, such is the life we were born to. If she doesn't wish to do so and shirk her responsibility, she can shirk her nobility with it. No matter. Did you wish to speak to me about anything, Warpriestess?" queries Norran. Gefrey Driscol smiles and shakes his head, before passing by and walking to the pews. "Good luck to you both." "How could I ever seriously contemplate such a thing, when she claims to be amongst their number? And how, exactly?" ventures Norran next, remaining curious.
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| - "Understandable. She'll reach her limit, soon. We must all realize our places, such is the life we were born to. If she doesn't wish to do so and shirk her responsibility, she can shirk her nobility with it. No matter. Did you wish to speak to me about anything, Warpriestess?" queries Norran. Gefrey Driscol smiles and shakes his head, before passing by and walking to the pews. "Good luck to you both." Ailith nods to Norran. "It is the Ordinator Naoi," she says quietly, and somewhat sadly. "I wished to discuss her case with you. What you have heard, the evidence that exists, what you wish to do with her." "She attempted to kill the Archmagess. Merely insulting a Syladris has a high punishment for one of noble blood, so as you can imagine, her situation looks quite poor. If she goes along with everything, she'll likely waste away beneath Fastheld Keep for the rest of her days," quite simply answers Norran, taking a moment to adjust his gauntlets before looking back to Ailith. "There's no way I can avert it. What she did could never be justified, even if she was righteous in her attempts. The Law is the Law." Ailith sighs. "Indeed. In her case alone I would wish for mercy. She has been stout of heart and true to the Light, and learned even where the lessons were harsh." She takes a deep breath, and then says, "She has offered her life as an incentive to mobilize people against the remnants of the Church. What is your thought on this?" "How could I ever seriously contemplate such a thing, when she claims to be amongst their number? And how, exactly?" ventures Norran next, remaining curious. "Grand Master, two of her confessions were false," says Ailith quietly. "She was not responsible for the attacks at Night's Edge, nor at Crown's Refuge. She claimed responsibility for these things in the Church's name because of her great shame that she would attack the Archmage. She wished to spare the Imperial Cult humiliation that she would have such a lapse." "I always knew as much," admits Norran with a slight shrug and a sigh. "Laughed at her immediately after she said it. Her failures continue to present themselves. What worth is her life, Warpriestess? What would I want with a failed assassin? What, exactly, does she offer?" Ailith sighs. "She has trained all her life to combat and destroy all works of the Shadow, Grand Master," she says. "Tshepsi's storm caused great damage to southern Fastheld. It is an almost incomprehensible level of power. It was not a premeditated attack - only a response, instinctive, that such destructive power cannot possibly be safe in the hands of any individual. She knew regret at once. She has been a true servant of Light on the whole - assisting in areas in danger of flood and offering guidance and counsel where she is able. If nothing else, I would therefore ask that she be given a clean and swift end." Gefrey Driscol stands up now, turning to start making his way out of the temple. "And what if she should overreact again? The judgement of the Archmagess was never hers to undertake. If even for a moment, she had forgotten her place and let her own hubris guide her actions. That flaw is exactly what led those in Sun's Keep to be as they are. Her crime is unjustified." At Ailith's later words, Norran gives a slight nod. "I had thought not taking her life and letting her live the rest of her days comfortably enough in Fort Morningstar would be mercy, but if you wish her to be executed then I suppose I can see to it." Ailith nods, her demeanor grave. "I understand and agree. It is still a regrettable thing. A clean end, then." "Very well. Perhaps I can see if I can make her agree to it to ease what little is left of my conscience," supposes Norran, giving a nod to the Warpriestess. "If there's nothing else, I should be on my way." Ailith nods. "Send word when the Regent is ready. I will meet you on the road outside Night's Edge, to ride escort with you and the Archmage to audience. There is no need to give further ...stage time... to my cousin." "Indeed. Light be with you, Warpriestess." Norran turns away, making his way steadily toward the road.
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