Unlike last time around when she had been in Baska, there was a bit of an uneasiness to everything. She could not have been afforded the luxury of simply just appreciating what there was of the city of Baska, and now that Augusta was able to this time around, it was a welcome change of things. However long it was going to last, that remained to have been seen, but it was quite apparent though that there was a far more welcoming period of time here. Perhaps it had been the fact that she had been as motivated as she was to have found some evidence that the Church was going to be able to take care of and deal with everything that had been going on with the apparent infection that was plaguing the town, and therefore there was a level of fear and worry that had caused her to believe for as nice as things might have been, there might have been an underlying cloud of worry. This time though, there was none of that, and for the first time seemingly, she was in a position to actually enjoy what was going on, to not have to think and be concerned with the fact that there might have been something terrile that would affect the people. Instead, it gave her a chance to see what it was like within a place that was not as invested into the loyalty and service of the Church as it perhaps deserved to have been or should have been.
Like last time, she had gotten another letter, and part of her was infirurated that things did not at the very least appear like they were going to have learned. The first time that she had met with them, there was a level of tolerance to the poor conditions of the small group of bandit miners, but after returning there again, it was clear that they did not recognize things of how things were meant to have worked. The reality was, both times she had been forced to sit back on a large crate of wood that had a few other pieces of wood there to provide some level of comfort, and she swore that if there were no better chairs there, she would make sure as to kill every last one of them. When she arrived, she had expected that there was going to have been blood spilled, but instead she found that they had done exactly as what she had wanted, having bought what appeared to be a small group of new chairs, all of them looking far better than that of what she had seen the first time that she had arrived there, and even there appeared to have been a small table that was laid out. To say that she was impressed would be an understatement, though at the same time, the fact that it was the threat of their deaths to cause them to buy chairs was disappointing.
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