*Father Siegfried lowered his hand holding the report, enough that his gaze could see over the top of the parchment and onto Friar Marshall & Vandrik before him. He inhaled deeply and sat forth, eyeing various instruments on his desk.*
"Very well." He spoke conclusively.
The Friars glanced at each other briefly before returning their gaze expectantly back to the Preceptor.
"It seems the Grand Master hath a mission of grave urgency for us to attend..." He continued.
"He writes, that tribes far in the south art rallying against the Church and must be stopped. Savages, it says hither..."The Templar placed the report down before him and raised his arm, stroking his chin with his hand briefly before flicking his gaze up to regard the Squires again.
"Gather your things immediately Squires, we ride for the cape of Trinsic. If thou hath any unfinished business hither in Cove I wouldst suggest thou doth complete it, for I fear we may not return..."Still somewhat inexperienced in what it is to be a Templar, the Friars looked to each other again, both as bemused as one another at what the Preceptor was implying. As they looked back to Siegfried's seat they saw he was no longer there - But half way out of the door already with a warhammer slung over his shoulder. The words echoed through the corridor as he made his exit, back into the office where the Templi Squires stood...
"Avatar Wills It."
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