A golden scale - Maxamilias Pretorius

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*Maxamilias writes in a lovely cursive script within a soft, golden leather bound journal*

The last few weeks since I made the journey from Westerngate to Fort Vehl have been most fulfilling. I presented myself to the High Justicier in the Vehl temple and felt most warmly welcomed. I sense that the High Justicier is having great difficulty in administering to the residents of the city and outreaching villages.

When I was presented there were several others also being accepted into the temple. One of those being a young man about my age called Graccus Marcinus. I have sensed within him as indeed I think the High Justicier did a wellspring of divine power that only the most holy of our order can hold within them. I take it as fate that both Graccus and I come to the temple in its hour of need, for just the day before we arrived a Unit Captain in the Knights of the Wyrm was dishonourably discharged, someone who the High Justicier held in high regard which made the fall a great blow to the man.

I have assured him however that we are the new breed in the Temple, we will come forth and bring honour and justice to those in need. We will carry forth the name of the Great Gold like a banner of truth. People will soon know that the Great Gold is the only god who will see them flourish through Divine law and proportional justice.

I Maxamilias Pretorius have spoken.