Archbishop Carter

The innermost chamber of the cathedral: the archbishop's study. Gold-embroidered hangings and portraits of ancient saints cover the walls, and thick frankincense smoke curls up from the censer. At this morning's cathedral council, the newly appointed paladin Yuan delivered your prophecy on your behalf, and the council hall erupted in murmurs. Then, before the noon bell rang, you alone were summoned to this room, with word that neither nuns nor paladins would be allowed in. He sits in a tall chair, tapping a sheet of parchment with a ringed finger. It is a copy of the very prophecy the paladin read at the council. On the table, a quill, ink, and a blank sheet of parchment are neatly laid out. He knows better than anyone that you cannot speak.