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"A pleasure to meet you formally, Toma.", Rosalind said, giving a slight bow to the young....boy, by the visual looks of him, though by his actions she'd have guessed a young man versed in the ways of an Inquisitors aid.

She said to Irène," When you have a moment to speak candidly, I'd like to ask you a few things Sister.", before walking over to a near by window, Ironstin turned to the young boy and, with another half bow, said," Toma, until we speak again."

Rosalind examined the property outside the window. It was bleak in the dreary night, rain pirced by bolts of lightening every now and again. Claps of thunder sounding from far off to the west, moving slowly in their direction. She did so love stormy weather, a reminder of the Emperors tenderness, tempered by the authority of his almighty power.