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Having reached the church, Mirastir witnessed a large commotion. A large group of people had gathered at the entrance to the sacred Temple, and it soon became clear that they were divided into two factions. One half was outraged by the latest changes in the empire's legislation, while the other, on the contrary, supported them and called the former traitors to both the country and the faith. Amidst all this turmoil, the imposing Mirastir attracted attention with his unusual appearance, and a small group of people gathered around him. Someone in the group called him a white-haired scoundrel, but the offender was quickly dragged away and disappeared into the crowd. The people remaining near Mirastir began to pester him with questions.
— What do you think about the latest changes in the country's laws?
— Do you have anything to say about the statements of Her Highness Lucretia?
— May I ask where you live?
— What do you think awaits our country in the future?
— You're not from around here, are you? What's your name, and why have you come here?
-- Gentlemen, is this how conversations are usually conducted in the blessed Airisufir? Especially since you have decided that I am not a local, although by birth I am actually one of you. I have been deprived of the opportunity to visit the Temple of Arteria for many years, and you greet me with questions, fellow countrymen... How is that possible? Please forgive me, but perhaps later.
And he entered the Temple.