Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26063164-20150522051330/@comment-26360929-20150527145537

A small priest of the Church of Ender is standing under the pillar, completely alone. The broad black hat hides the face; The black cassock covers a plump body. "Greetings, my lord. Now, now, how very unsubtle, I did write "hidden" assassins, really." The monotonely droning bass voice allows itself a short laugh. "Tell me, my lord, do you depend upon your magic very much?"