Reply To: The Hoards of Sanctorum AD26

Spirius was looking decidedly ill at ease, which struck Cerenise as far from unusual, and as such, struck her not at all at the time. It wasn’t until later that she became aware of the cause of the discomfiture of her centuries old companion.  Spirius had always been a bit of a dark horse, although that wasn’t really the right expression. A character of hidden depths and mysteries, perhaps with a penchant for bottling things up and labeling them,and then shelving them. Nobody knew for sure.  A good kind well meaning saint, as saints go. She smiled at him fondly.

I hope they’re recording this will reading, Cerenise thought again, not having been listening to the seemingly endless drone of items.