“I've brought you a seed-cake my friend", said Tobias.
Murmur made a gesture of thanks by bowing his head and putting his hands together as though in prayer. He quickly stuffed it into his tunic pocket - his only pocket - forgetting the lizard was there.
"There's to be a meeting in the blessed town at eventide. Every community and order from here to Rome will be represented. There is word that the Holy Pontiff himself is sending an emissary from the Big House."
Tobias revelled in the unity of the Mother Church whilst Murmur had the soul of a loner, preferring to keep his life private from any such gathering of loud men.
''Do you think there'll be food?" he asked hopefully.
“Is the Pope a Roman?" Tobias laughed.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Murmur made a gesture of thanks by bowing his head and putting his hands together as though in prayer. He quickly stuffed it into his tunic pocket - his only pocket - forgetting the lizard was there.
"There's to be a meeting in the blessed town at eventide. Every community and order from here to Rome will be represented. There is word that the Holy Pontiff himself is sending an emissary from the Big House."
Tobias revelled in the unity of the Mother Church whilst Murmur had the soul of a loner, preferring to keep his life private from any such gathering of loud men.
''Do you think there'll be food?" he asked hopefully.
“Is the Pope a Roman?" Tobias laughed.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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