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I had never been good with faces or names. Even so, there was no way I could forget someone with such a distinctive look, attire, and voice. I was also certain I had seen him not too long ago.
I hummed under my breath.
"If you're having trouble deciding, I can prepare today's recommended course for you," said the man beside me, who looked very much like a waiter.
He must have mistaken my hesitation for indecision.
I gave him a vague nod and turned my attention back to the Bishop.
According to Morland, this man's name was Hellstar. The name felt almost blasphemous for the Pope's son, but that hardly mattered now.
The men gathered around him appeared to be of similar age. They wore clerical robes, yet none of them looked the least bit priestly. Even the Great Master of Theology from my family, Junian, would seem saintly compared to this crowd.
Hellstar drank noisily and laughed, then his gaze settled on me. A mocking smile tugged at his lips. He glanced around, making sure he had an audience before speaking. "By the way, this tavern isn't quite what I expected."
"What do you mean?" someone asked.
"To maintain the image of refinement...
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