Ascension to Office
The day after their meeting with Wren, Caleb rose early, about an hour from dawn. He left a note for the others with the innkeeper, informing them he'd left to take care of some business, and that if he wasn't back by ten that night to look for him.
The streets were quiet, or relatively so, considering the riots that had been breaking out yesterday. He stuck to the back alleys with his crossbow drawn, moving quick and quiet in the hopes of avoiding anyone's attention. He made good time, and just as the first rays of light were properly appearing in the sky, he stood before Our House of the Soothing Radiance, the church where he'd left what was left of that poor librarian. Unloading the bolt and returning the crossbow to his shoulder, he made his way inside.
He stood out. How could he not, a man clearly dressed for war in a house of peace? Uncertainly, he made his way to an acolyte who looked less busy than the others, and quietly asked if he'd be willing to see if Mara Cavendish was free to see him.
After the acolyte left, he made his way to a pew apart from any other worshipers, sat down and did something he'd not sincerely done since he was a boy. In that place of peace, the soldier prayed to a god who's name had never before crossed his lips.
"I don't know if you're listening wherever you are, but I need help. There's a witch, and she's doing terrible things to people, worse than just killing them could ever be. I can't do anything to stop her with what I have. There are so many stories about gods giving people powers to fix things or destroy some evil monster, if there's any truth to them I could really do with something like that. I'm not a good man, but I'm not asking for me. I'm asking for a girl named Anabelle, and all the other people this witch is going to hurt if she's not stopped. Please, give me something. A sign, a clue about how to stop her, anything. Please..."