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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