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[sub][color=c0c0c0]"For it is you who light my lamp; the Lord my God lightens my darkness."[/color][/sub]
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	[color=c0c0c0][b]Location:[/b][/color] St. Etheldreda's: Sister Mary's Private Rooms -> Chapel Undercroft[/center]
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	The soft knock sounded at Sister Mary's door mere moments after she had shut it behind them, leaving the young Apostolic to question whether it was in the good Lord's plans for her to have privacy at all that day. At least the meaningful part of the exchange had been passed along, or at least she had assumed it was. Perhaps this conversation had to be readdressed after the emergency. Of course, the fact that Elizaveta had predicted that she would be needed elsewhere, mere seconds before the knock was somewhat impressive. Minor acts of divination like that could come in very useful to a woman of her occupation. 

	When the cloistered Sister announced that there had been another attack, and that the Bishop was requesting her presence in the undercroft, it gave direct confirmation to Mary's suspicions. She had the feeling that, were she to engage the Russian noblewoman in direct conflict, she would be a very dangerous opponent. Intangible qualities like split-second precognition (if that is what it truly was) would make for a very interesting sparring match. Perhaps she would request some practice with the Lady out in the courtyard another time. 

	Still looking at Elizaveta, Mary responded to the more recent visitor. [color=c0c0c0]"I shall be along immediately, Sister."[/color] Luckily, Mary had already equipped herself for an evening working her calling at Almack's. Admittedly, she didn't think her more combative ministrations would be in demand. But she was skilled in prayercraft and packed a lot of holy water. [color=c0c0c0]"Lady Romanova, I would be obliged were you to lend your insight into this situation. If the attacks are related, we would all benefit from your perspective, if you are willing."[/color] She wordlessly offered the Russian Aristocrat the use of her second halberd or any of her primary weapons, unsure if she preferred to engage if necessary or if that was the reason she kept guards.

	With that, Mary took up her Swiss halberd and strode purposefully from her quarters. Along the way, she checked the wrappings around her forearms to make certain they were solid and fitting, then felt for her chain rosaries; one around her neck and one hanging from her belt. She never broke stride, and soon found her way down the stairs, through the Chapel, and stepping into the flickering firelight illuminating the Chapel Undercroft. 

	Mary liked it down here. A Child of Light more comfortable in the dark. It was a contradiction, certainly. Understandable to those who knew of Mary's background and training; she was a unique - a non-standard Knight if ever there was one. Respectfully, she approached Bishop Mansfield and knelt in front of him briefly. [color=c0c0c0]Your Excellency."[/color] she intoned before rising and looking for the victim. Without further comment, she began to inspect the fallen form before her, extending her senses to include the mundane and the Divine.

	She addressed the rugged looking man whom she assumed brought the victim in. [color=c0c0c0]"Tell me everything. What happened, how long ago, where. What attacked her, first."[/color] Sister Mary pulled the rosary from her belt and laid the crucifix upon the departed woman's forehead, keeping the chain hanging loosely around her wrist. She wasn't sure what would happen next and wished to be ready for any possibility. Sister Mary was thorough and professional, if a bit terse than what was expected from someone of her gender. [color=c0c0c0]"Quickly, sir. [i]Fugit inreparabile tempus[/i]."[/color]