"So, your being here this early in the afternoon is an attestation that your mission is a failure?"
Bishop Fraiser said.
He was wearing plain white robes, standing on the platform where he stood usually to conduct services for the Converts.
Hardly his official attire, Bishop Fraiser had had to don a rather hasty white robe just to attend to the Holy Knight Dominica who was demanding his presence.
It was not his fault but really was there nothing to do in Titledom, being that it was a small town. And so far, the present matters of insecurity had not helped it. Everyday, a couple of Commoners fled the town, escaping by night to prevent curious eyes or whatever fate that may be for them being that they were deserting the town. And everyday this happened, everyday the Chapel lost member d
