Brother Brother Caldus leads Silas into a quiet infirmary lined with blue prayer-bells and curtained beds. The council’s uproar fades behind the barred vault doors.
The hospice guardians remain with Garran’s body, the surviving heirs, and Dame Olyra Venn’s sealed proof. Brother Caldus sets the wrapped evidence beneath a warded lamp before turning to Silas.
Brother Caldus
Sit, Sir Silas. The bruise along your ribs will worsen if you keep standing, and I will not have a judgment clouded by pain.
He cuts away the loosened edge of Silas’s tunic, washes the darkening mark, and presses cool ointment into the deep bruise with practiced care.
Brother Caldus
Dame Olyra named Garran, and the proof supports her. Yet this hospice has laws, witnesses, and a council. Why did sacred judgment outrank them?
Brother Caldus
If the bells are to shelter the dying, they must not become an altar where every sworn hand answers alone.
Beyond the curtains, blue bells tremble softly in the corridor. Brother Caldus binds Silas’s ribs and waits, leaving the question open beneath the quiet chimes.
✓ Quest Accepted
Retain Brother Caldus’s trust
“People like Garran never learn through mortal justice. If he stood trual he would've simply used his wealth buy himself free. Then nothing would stoo him from doing what he did to Olyra to others. So the death god commands that when faced with evil such as Garran, we maje them pay fir the life they took with their own.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled -2)
Silas Mori
People like Garran do not learn through mortal justice. If he stood trial, his wealth would buy his freedom, and others would suffer as Olyra did.
Silas Mori
The Death God commands that evil such as his pay for the life it took with its own.
The words leave Silas beneath the trembling blue bells. Brother Caldus tightens the rib binding as pain flares sharply through the bruise, the concrete cost of judgment delivered by force.
Brother Caldus
Then you believe the Sacred Skull appoints you executioner whenever mortal law seems weak.
Caldus sets aside the ointment and studies Silas with grief rather than anger. Beyond the curtain, wardens, adult men and women in dark gray hospice tabards with iron badges carry Garran away while the council seals the evidence.
Brother Caldus
I believe Garran deserved death. I do not yet know whether your hand served divine judgment, or only outran it.
Brother Caldus
The council will hear your reason. Until then, rest. Olyra has received justice, but this hospice must decide what your judgment makes of you.
“As a child i lived behind prison bars. One day the Reaping Angel sent an earthquake to free me as he called me into his service. I will not resist if you lock me away for Garran's death. I, however, know from experience that death will not let his disciple rot in prison.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +1)
Silas Mori
As a child, I lived behind prison bars. One day, the Reaping Angel sent an earthquake to free me and called me into his service.
Silas Mori
I will not resist if you lock me away for Garran’s death. I know from experience that death will not let his disciple rot in prison.
Brother Caldus’s hands pause against the rib binding. The blue bells tremble overhead, and the infirmary stones answer with a faint, remembered shiver.
Brother Caldus
You offer imprisonment without bargaining, yet speak of freedom as certainty. I cannot tell whether that is faith or the scar left by suffering.
He finishes the binding and rises, carrying the empty ointment bowl to the washstand. His expression remains grave, but the anger has gone from it.
Brother Caldus
The council will hear this history. Until they decide, you will remain under hospice custody, treated as a sworn servant rather than a common criminal.
Brother Caldus
If the Reaping Angel truly calls you from those bars, Sir Silas, then no lock I place upon you will be the final word.
Quest Complete
Retain Brother Caldus’s trust
New Gift: Earned Trust