The quartet of templars and Dayved marched in single column up to the seneschal's door.
"You four remain here and stand at attention. You're now on protection duty," said Dayved.
"We're guarding the seneschal, sir? He's not of the chantry,.." said Mora, a young female templar, who looks more aged than she should for being only 22. Lyrium has been in very short supply and the remaining templars are having to space out their dosages even longer than ever.
"You're guarding me," said Dayved as he knocked on the door.
Before the hand fell down on the door for the fourth time, a slight female voice from behind the door asked, "Please wait. Is this official business?"
"Yes it is. Urgent as well. Tell the seneschal the Templars are here to report an issue."
"Aye, my lord," replied the voice. A few quiet moments later, Mora asked aloud, "From bloody who?"
"Apostates, but that may change," Dayved replied while making sure his armor was presentable.
"How do bloody apostates figure in changing?" said Mora, now clutching her sword pommel.
"We take them in as lost brothers and sisters. Besides, they're deserving of the Chantry as we do."
"How many sir?" said Edwin, an older Templar who transferred here from the lost Lothering chantry.
"About 12. Maybe more, but they're in the Chantry now," said Dayved. "Relax. Actually, I don't know who is going to kill me after this. I just bloody let in 12 apostates thinking it would saves lives at the gate, but what if... they're not the evil we think them to be. They were once our brothers and sisters and we let them down. Oh yes..."
The door opens and a slight elven lad bids the Templars inside. The seneschal was already standing in the main hallway to greet Dayved.





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