Knights of Tezoth

It seemed that while she was recording thoughts of bygone eras, receiving one new scar after another, amiably chatting about life with a knight from Phareghia — so rare in the mainland part of the kingdom — and displaying all one hundred and eighty-eight centimeters of her elegance at the aesthetes' competition, her lord had been awaiting the arrival of the workmen with a gift for the guest of honor. The reason for such a delay was a mystery to Catharsis, but the answer was hardly interesting or captivating. Nor did it change reality — it was time to present the gift from Silverdane, and thus Tezoth's brightest mind required the strength of his knight. A practical approach, but there was no shame in it, especially since another person would consider it an honor not only to carry in their hands something intended for Deus, but even to be part of such a procession.

— It will be done.

There was no need for superfluous words. Politely nodding to her liege, the Tanarsian woman carefully approached the skillfully wrapped gift and assessed, accounting for her strength, how to carry it both comfortably, without risk of damaging the contents, yet also with the solemnity befitting the occasion. A reliable and thorough approach was needed here, given the value of Cortina's painting. She needed firm confidence that her strength was indeed sufficient for such a responsible task.