"One warm milk please"
Tempris crawled onto a high stool for one of the few open tables in the pub. The place was not exactly full but she was not okay with sitting with her superior that the bar. She wanted the option to be able to look him in the eye. She wanted him to see her efforts through. She was not weak. She did not deserve to be an errand girl. She was Tempris Ashflare, the holy child. She was chosen by Illumin. Should the chosen one have to go around and buy designer clothes for heretics with more money to burn than sinners on this planet.
A bartender slid the glass onto the small table. Tempris sipped on the glass and thought about her letter. She spent all night working on the note using all her best hand writing and different points. While she really want to brag about being the best, she knew she didn't have any provable feats. Plus if he was a dirty heretic, saying I'm an important religious figure would not get her good light. The letter basically asked if they could discuss what she could do to better improve her standing in the knights. Only question now was if the knights would help her out.
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