[h2][center][color=007236]Alex Bradan[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center]The Church[/center][/h3]
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Alex nodded at Archers confirmation. He was still trying to work out something of his Servants identity, but the strange man was canny. He seemed to imply himself to be a great master of the sea, and yet he professed a hatred for it at the same time, and seemed more enthusiastic by far when on land. Could it be he was dealing with the titular character from the Rime of the Ancient Mariner? He had read that one at least, or parts of it and certain things his Servant had revealed so far seemed to fit. It takes a good marksman to shoot a bird on the wing, even one as big as an albatross, and the Ancient Mariner would certainly have reason to hate the sea he had once loved.

He wasn't sure that a mere poem could create a Heroic Spirit however. Somehow he doubted it. 

Shrugging off his attempts to identify the man he approached the doors of the building directly and knocked sharply three times. He hoped that this was not a lengthy process, or there was some kind of background check. He was after all, technically a criminal, and however else they framed themselves the Holy Church  was a political organisation, and one that didn't take kindly to thieves.

He wondered suddenly if he should have set up a safe house a block or two away from here in case they needed to beat a swift retreat, but now there was no time. 

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