[Poggio]

More of the Beserker’s laugh intruded the thoughts of her master. The young man seemed to only answer her question in the form Latin beyond her context to understand. Without another word, the mana presence left the side of Mr. Kite in favor of impatient curiosity. Drifting past the party, free of the eyes of the church Mary gathered herself into her physical form striding around the church. Her intent was to find Archer. May they revel in peace while it last. Instead she found, Jesus… lamenting over … Jesus, profusely speaking prayers to himself? The absurdity of the notion amused her along with a growing sense of doom for her poor novice master.

The Beserker interrupted his string of words for her own. “Ah’y, well aren’t yer a load’d caliver. Which cockswain brought th’ L’rd t’ feedeth the fishes eh?”