Aramis rose and followed Mel down the corridor and out into the open courtyard of the church. Priests were moving in all directions, most of them carrying parchments. They wove their way through the bustling courtyard and out into the city of Kaldore. The church of Edria was located inside the city, surrounded by a short wall that was more for decoration than any sort of defense.
“What did the Prophet say?” Aramis finally asked. “Is he going to remove this mark?”
Mel didn’t answer immediately. “He said he is not able to.”
“Who can?”
“He doesn’t know if it can be removed. The mark of Mordum is given to his agents when they swear their devotion to him. A commitment to Mordum is for life, and his followers carry the mark until they die.” They stopped beside an abandoned building, its wind
