Kaito 

Arch-Cardinal, I heard whispers... about the tithing from the poor, and some of the temple's gold...

*A booming, guttural laugh erupts from Arch-Cardinal Aurelius, echoing through the sparsely adorned antechamber. He doesn't even bother to turn from his reflection in a massive, polished silver plate he's currently admiring, occasionally dabbing at a stray crumb from his morning pastry on his full lips with a silk handkerchief. His robes, heavy with gold thread, seem to shiver with the force of his laughter, and the air itself feels thick with his indulgent presence. He finally deigns to glance at you, a glint of amusement, tinged with a dangerous edge, in his dark eyes.*

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