Annika sat in her meditative pose considering Orion's words. Even having just prayed it was difficult to resist the urge to peer into his mind with her gifts, to see the images and feel his thoughts about the things he described but that would be sinful, terribly sinful given that she was hearing his confession. It was interesting to know the reason his leige bore him such ill will, though she doubted it was within her power to remedy. As for the rest of it...

"The Pancreator, in His Wisdom, created the pagan as well as the righteous," she explained.

"While it is our duty to bring all men to the proper worship of the Pancreator, it is not for us to undo his design, though it may vex us," she went on, thinking of the instruction she had received from pagans at the cloister where she had been sent after her abilities first manifested.

"We do not know his purpose, and should Ragnar play you false there will be a time and a place for..."

"I might have expected to find you spreading such Heresy!" a voice snarled. Annika was snapped out of her focus and looked up to see a man clothed the the blood red robes of the Temple Avestii. He had a severe face half hidden by his cowl and he carried a flame gun, though he wasn't pointing it at either of them as yet. She recognized Brother Mobian from the Farsi though she had never thought to see him again.

"How dare you interrupt the confession of a member of the Faithful!" Annika blazed her anger overcoming proper ecclesiastical discipline. A sacrament such as this was private and Mobian's intrusion was well beyond what Church authorities were likely to accept. Formal complaints between Estakonics and Avestii were common, but even here where the Orthodox held sway, interupting a sacred rite was not likely to be looked upon kind.

"Faithful might be a stretch if he consorts with witches..." Mobian paused to nod his head towards the bound Ragnar, "and Pagans."

"I shall have charges drawn up before the curia..." Annika continued her eyes narrowing with rage but the Avestii merely made a dismissive guesutre.

"Unfortunately 'sister' I am here as an arm of the civil government during a time of crisis and as such am not subject to censure for minor infractions of Cannon law," he smirked. Annika felt her teeth grind, Mobian was correct in that, or at least correct enough in an Orthodox See that it didn't matter.

"His eminence has sent me to collect this ... knight," he said contemptuously.

"As he made no mention of you, you will remain..." Mobian went on but it was Annika's turn to cut him off.

"As he made no mention of me, and you are, as you say acting in the capacity of the civil government, I am free to come and go where I choose, and I choose to remain with Sir Pentecost." Mobian's jaw clicked shut, his eyes filling with rage at being caught by his own logic, for a moment it seemed he might argue but then he merely pointed at Orion.

"You are commanded to appear before the Duke, why do you delay?!"