Shifting to outside the Chapel, the Knight had been told to halt before the door and had been standing there for minutes. He could not hear any voices through the thick door, and realigned his thoughts before the time had come to enter. He wondered why the Pancreator had destined him to be in such a place at such a time, and though in his darker thoughts he fumed against his superiors, he wondered if he did indeed deserve to be here, awaiting his doom yet again? Perhaps he had been a barbarian in his past life. 

He realized he had been gazing into a distant torch when a priest smiled and brought him out of his reverie. "To stare into the light until one becomes the light. I have done it many times." He said, blonde beard moving as he changed expression to a more somber air. Joy was fleeting in this age of the universe, even in God's home. "The Lord bishop is ready for you. Be honest and uphold your truth and oaths as a Knight, sir." 

The armored Knight was brought into the room by a boy. Orion wasn't particularly old himself, still a few years shy of thirty, but he must have been close to twice this neophyte's age. When he gained a good look at the Bishop, he knew the boy also had to be a quarter of his holiness's weight. A shrill voice filled the air as he saw a woman being scolded, much as he had been an hour previously. How one so putrid could be a voice of the Pancreator in this province, Orion couldn't know. He almost seemed worse than the Baron, and that was a low bar he was beginning to realize. 

Don't think that way, or you'll be in more trouble than you're already in, he scolded himself silently. 

"Ah, the Knight in question. Come forward, sir," The Bishop said, waving a fat hand. Orion did as he was bid, only giving a small glance at the two in audience. There was a priest there with much the same disdain as the Bishop, and someone who was very clearly a  woman, though he couldn't see very well behind her hood and exotic trappings. He halted before the Bishop and knelt. Cranmer waved him up impatiently. "Come, come, do not bore me with ceremony. You're Orion Pentecost, correct?" 

"Yes, Lord Bishop." 

"You must be, I see the eye you so hereticaly planted in your skull. And you have been dispatched with bringing peace to Tolth through this difficult and rebellious time, have you not?" 

"Yes, Lord Bishop." He repeated in a manner that showed he was used to speaking in such a way. His tone wasn't tired, but almost automated in pitch. 

Cranmer giggled, impishly cruel. "You're a maverick I hear, Pentecost. Were it up to me, you would have been burned and thrown into the pit by your last mission. But your Baron still has use of you. Fortune and blessing favors you then, for I too have someone who only slightly more use alive than dead. For now, at least. Sister Annika shall be your Confessor, knave. I could think of no one better for you than an Estakonic. You deserve one another."   

He clapped his pillow-like hands, giving off wet smacks that indicated Annika approach as well. Orion wasn't certain of what to make of this information as the woman came to stand beside him. Orion was a very by-the-book Knight except for in one or two areas of his career. Those areas just happened to have a large spotlight placed upon them. He had heard wild accusations and speculations of the Estakonic order and wondered if any of the rumors were true.

He turned to her, one eye midnight blue and the other a silver grey amid a heavy scar, glinting in the light. 
[@Penny]