...Of a Different Cloth

James was a slim reed of a man with a bohemian shock of dark hair punctuated with fine braids above a crooked nose. He carried with him a sense of peace. Of the willfully passive.

Brother James studied the rubble within the monastery courtyard. The damage couldn't be undone and could not be rectified. They would have to leave behind this ill sanctuary.

He calculated silently. The metal intestines of this Cityship? The mountains?

Kate drifted silently behind him, touched his shoulder. "Brother, we need to leave. NOW"

Crackling static above the chapel announced the Grypyn XVII returning. To finish.