Supreme Sacred Tribunal of Halonic Inquisitory Doctrine
Black chocobos are all well and good, but the true reward for your efforts is the exoneration of your comrades. They shall be released upon the completion of certain minor formalities, which I mean to see to personally. In the meantime, pray return to Fortemps Manor. The count has done so already, and will doubtless be eager to discuss the day's events. Rest assured that Master Alphinaud and Mistress Tataru are no longer in danger. They will join you at the manor anon.
I was not present at the trial, but my father told me of your performance. He said you were a wonder to behold!
Are you trying to become the talk of the city? Because if you are, you're doing an admirable job of it.
It brings me joy to see you in good health, Master Surname.
Halone smiles on us yet again, Master Surname, guiding you to victory and setting your comrades free.
I confess, I did fear for your safety. Which is not to say I doubted your prowess, you understand... I merely knew the strength of your opponents. Ahem. You do have a habit of exceeding my expectations.
Besting two of the Heavens' Ward while the city's elite looked on? By the Fury, anyone who hasn't been paying attention to you will surely do so from now on!
M-My lord! We have just received a message from the Vault. His Eminence the archbishop requests the presence of Master Surname.
An invitation from the archbishop!?
What an honor...
A personal summons is indeed a great honor, and given recent events, you would be wise not to delay... Go, Master Surname. We shall speak anon.
A priest will be waiting for you outside the Vault. Identify yourself to him and he will escort you inside.
Do not worry about Master Alphinaud and Mistress Tataru. We will tend to them when they return from the Tribunal.
In case you have forgotten, the Vault lies at the opposite end of the Hoplon. Pray do not keep His Eminence waiting.
We are honored to receive you, Master Surname. This way, please.
The Holy Vault
Your Eminence, it is my honor to present to you the Warrior of Light.
I have heard the tales of your many grand endeavors. The lord commander has also been most effusive in his praise. I am Thordan VII, Archbishop of the Ishgardian Orthodox Church, and I bade you come here that I might offer my personal apologies. You will forgive me for not calling upon you as courtesy would dictate, but as you can see, my more spritely days are long behind me. But I digress. Your companions were wrongly accused of heresy and subjected to gross indignities. This, I am sorry to say, was the result of negligence on the part of our nation's protectors─negligence born of an excess of zeal. Is that not so, Ser Zephirin?
Yes, Your Eminence... Regrettably, it would appear that we of the Heavens' Ward were in receipt of erroneous information. Ser Grinnaux has ever been headstrong. He pressed charges before the truth had been ascertained, for which I most sincerely apologize.
An unfortunate misunderstanding born of an earnest desire to serve Ishgard─but one which should never have occurred... For who could doubt the character of those who bested Shiva and drove the Horde from the Steps of Faith? Not I, that much is certain. That will be all, Ser Zephirin. I would speak with our guest in private.
Your Eminence? I─ As you wish, Your Eminence. That will be all for today!
Privacy is a luxury rarely afforded one in my position. Now, tell me, young man: what do you know of the Ascians? Much and more, I shouldn't wonder, being the Bringer of Light. You should know that I myself have met with them─have entertained them as guests, even. Those harbingers of chaos and strife offered us power, that we might continue our war against the dragons. I have no intention of aiding their cause, of course, nor less of being their puppet. Yet were I to refuse them outright, I should learn naught of their true objectives and remain powerless to stop them. Thus have I hearkened to their words with interest, and paid lip service to their beliefs, biding my time and preparing for the inevitable conflict. And why do I tell you this? Because there is naught in this world they fear more than the power of the Warrior of Light. If we are to rid ourselves of these vile interlopers, we must needs work together. With our combined strength, I have faith that we can wrest Eorzea from their grasp, and pave the way for a lasting peace. Think on it.
I nearly cried when you stepped forward at the Tribunal, Forename! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
There you are. I confess, I was more than a little concerned when I learned that you had been summoned to the Vault. What did they want with you? Well, well. A formal apology and an admonishment of those responsible? I see my fears were wholly misplaced. By the gods, the archbishop freely admits to consorting with Ascians? So their ambitions extend to Ishgard as well... We will have new primals to contend with ere long, of that you may be certain. 'Tis but a matter of time. Yet shorn of the support of our missing allies, what can we realistically hope to achieve?
Ahhh! In the midst of all the excitement, I completely forgot to tell you! When I was asking around about the Scions, I heard the most awful rumor! General Raubahn is to be executed for crimes against the sultanate!
If the Flame General dies, we will lose a staunch ally, and the one man capable of holding the sultana's assassins to account. Lord Haurchefant was wise to counsel restraint, but this business will brook no delay. We cannot permit this execution to take place. We must save Raubahn!