Summons
Peering through the rubbled walls, Valentine muses to himself that these cult meetings are not that far off from court summons. A leader at the head with all these members gathered around the table. Maybe perhaps the ritual circle on the ground in place of those papers Valentine barely consoled.
It would be much easier, he thinsk as the cult chanted as one, if he didn't take that damned bounty.
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