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Cain was pulled once more from his thoughts by the sound of a voice calling to him. For a second the Bishop blanched as he was approached by Picard, his gaze vacant as his previously preoccupied mind taking a second to piece together and process the information it had just been presented with. "[color=0076a3]Ah...[/color]" Cain began before he cleared his throat, "[color=0076a3]My sincerest apologies there, Master Rayne, my mind has been elsewhere for just a bit too long it seems.[/color]" He stated as a somewhat sheepish expression wormed its way onto his face. His royal majesty, King Valentine Regnier had requested his presence specifically, this both excited and troubled the bishop quite a bit. He started to ponder just what it was that was going on that would require his presence before his majesty and his sister, but chose not to dwell upon it for too long. It was not wise to keep royalty waiting, and Cain had a bit of a walk to go if he wanted to get to the king's study, lest King Valentine lose his patience. 

Cain calmly and quickly swiped away any stray bits of dust or dirt that might have adhered to his cossack during his jaunt about the kingdom earlier in the day, "[color=0076a3] I guess i'd better be off at once then if i'm to meet His Majesty himself. Thank you for the notice, I truly am sorry though that you had to walk all the way down here just to get the message to me[/color]". It hadn't been the first time that someone had to be sent from the cathedral or even from the castle walls and into the city just to relay a message to the bishop, however Cain had been adamant about spending time not tending to the duties that came with his role assisting the church as much as he possibly could, even to the point of residing within the church's walls alongside his subordinates when not attending ceremonies in the cathedral or castle. It was a humble sort of living, more than likely less grand that what he could have expected within the cathedral, but it allowed him the chance to do as much good as he could at a time. No chore was beneath him. None too small. He was ready to do whatever it took so long as it got his curse removed.

In spite of this, as Cain began his trek to the palace to meet with the king, he couldn't help but lament the fact that the church could stand to at least be a [i]little[/i] closer.