[b][u][color=a36209]Pontiff Cromwell
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“The pleasure is mine Pontiff," replied the Governor, shaking Cromwell's hand.  "We welcome the Children of Atom in our Commonwealth. I’m sure there’s much we can discuss.”

Before the Pontiff could reply, he heard a scuffle break out and before he knew what was going on, he found himself being nudged out of the way just as the NCR representative and Calypso's assistant hurtled to the floor near where he had been standing.  A most inappropriate display, by any account.

“Okay, we’ll things are getting lively here. I think perhaps we should head somewhere else, Pontiff. How about the Tops or Vault 21?”

Cromwell was not familiar with these establishments, but perhaps it would be a good idea to discuss matters with the governor elsewhere, away from the prying eyes of the Cult, and away from the dangerous insanity of the Jaded Empire.

“Well we should get going perhaps Pontiff? Things are far too exiting around here," she continued.

"Very well, governor, let us find somewhere more suitable for our discussion," he replied as he nodded.  "My Grand Zealot can handle matters in my absense."  Richter was not a diplomatic man, but he had a mind for military matters, an unfortunate necessity the dark shadow of the Cult hanging over the Capital Wasteland, and could be trusted to take the necessary steps to ensure the Church's safety, to ensure the light of Atom is not extinguished.

[i]Just as Atom divides and brings the holy glow, so shall the Grand Zealot and I divide to spread His light.[/i]