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Big God Despite what some members of certain religious circles would say, Levanna thought, the only downtime the religious council had was while they all slept. And even that was variable -- Katherine, for example, was known to have her fair share of late nights going over old lore, to the point where a common ribbing among the five of them was that she barely slept at all. The point was, even after their meeting the previous day, Levanna (and surely the other members of the council) still had a lot on their plates, which then, of course, carried over to the next day. Perhaps that was why the criticisms levelled towards them all frequently escalated into accusations of inaction. The council was inherently insular, after all; they were chosen by the island’s populace, yes, but hardly anybody could get into the council chambers, could they? Only action was visible, but action came slowly. They were but mortals, after all, as was everyone else on the island, even if the watchdogs liked to pretend otherwise. What had she wanted when she had tried to keep the knowledge of Simon Weatherson from the watchdogs? It had been such a low-probability gamble and, in hindsight, they were always going to find out. Did she really believe that line she had fed them over and over, that he had been a human problem that had equally human solutions? Not that she really had an answer for that either. Her office felt gloomier than it had in days previous. An unfortunate circumstance, but she did have just the remedy in mind. She stood up from her desk and slowly, yet deliberately, made her way outside. Even if it was just a quick walk to the Temple Square and back, it certainly would do good to keep her mind from going… a direction she dared not continue. Would it be a permanent solution? Of course not -- nothing could be -- but she had to do something. And yet, as she stepped outside, her mood soured for a different reason entirely: Taros’ and Hinder’s watchdogs were approaching, making their way right towards her. Ah, well, Levanna thought. She put on her best face and pressed onwards. “What a pleasant coincidence! Good morning to both of you,” she said as she drew nearer. “I admit, you have caught me at an inopportune time but I can always make room. How can Galatea serve you today?” To Kitt, she added, “I assume preparations are smooth for your sword-dedication ceremony?” OOC

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