Jared uth Wistan

Masques

Breakfast was a quiet affair -- my cousins seemed to be wrapped up in their own issues, especially Mythos, who was dressed for riding, her hair pulled back severely. Afterwards, as I was looking to return back to my rooms, I was stopped by Sophie, who brought up the uncomfortable subject of the last night's proceedings. I explained my misgivings at bringing those children to this place -- sometimes safety is found in the small, quiet hiding places, and by not drawing attention to one's self. I fear that by kidnapping the children through Shadows, and bringing them to Amber, that the likelihood of drawing attention to them, and here, has been increased exponentially. Sophie's concern was more for the mental well-being of the children, which came to no surprise. I wonder if Sophie is a mentalist.

After running some errands, I made my way back down to the Church to confront The High Priestess. She did not seem happy that I had seen through, somewhat, her ruse to protect the truth and was upset with my supposedly scathing remarks about the efficiency of her group. I realized that my Grandfather must be thoroughly dominated by the woman, as it seems he released every detail of our previous conversation. I did my best to apologize -- for exactly what, I'm not certain. In any case, we discussed the Scions, and an idea formed in my mind. I needed time to think about how to implement it. The Scions held to the old beliefs -- maybe it was time for someone to come along and champion their cause...

Upon returning to the Castle, and dinner, I learned that a great masquerade ball was planned for the Festivus, a local heathen holiday. In the interest of keeping things simple, I've decided to wear my breastplate and thin chain, and I'll pick up a masque tomorrow morning.

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