[center] [h1] [color=d72525] Sergio della Gherardesca[/color] [/h1] [/center]

As a cleric, I suppose it was only natural that she'd be at the chapel. Of course, that makes things difficult - I am unsure when would be an appropriate time to present Amy with the dessert that we'd so painstakingly attempted to bake. Surely it would spoil if I were to delay?

[color=7B68EE] "You never told me she was a Mayonite, Serj." [/color] Abele is trying his hardest not to mock me openly, probably the greatest display of restraint I've ever seen from him outside of him not bashing his own head into a wall as a toddler. I nevertheless hush him, as I approach the group of Knights in the process of beginning their prayer, holding my covered dessert in my hands uncharacteristically awkwardly.

Abele shadows behind me with a stupid grin on his face as I glance to the group with a smile.

[color=d72525] "Apologies to have caught you all before your commitment to Mayon." [/color] I say, with honesty.  [color=d72525] "I have...business with Dame Amy, but perhaps I-" [/color]

[color=7B68EE] [i]"We."[/i] [/color]

[color=d72525] "Perhaps [u]we[/u] could join you in prayer first?" [/color]

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