Bad News

As the door slammed shut behind Maxwell, he turned and gave the Judgement Tower one last glance. The calm and confidence disappeared from his face, revealing anxiety. "To the Amnesty Institute," he told the driver. But after opening the carriage door, he froze. Sunlight shone past the window curtains and illuminated the old man sitting within. The robed man looked up; emerald eyes stared at Maxwell. He patted the seat beside him, telling Maxwell to sit down He hesitated for a second. Climbing into the carriage, he chose to sit across from the elder instead.

"Archbishop Ludovic?" He studied the elder and his lips curled up. "I have been hoping to meet you but never thought you would come to me in such a unique way."

"Mr. Maxwell, nice to meet you." Ludovic nodded slowly. "I am no longer an archbishop. I am only an average ascetic monk."