Cade steps forward to the nearest priest. He looks around the room carefully rather paranoid.

"Hello, My name is Dalton Foxtrot. I was wondering if it is all possible to get access to the archives. I just love gathering new information. I was also wondering if you have any of your religious text translated into Elvish. It is my preferred language," Cade says. (Deception: 26)

Yorvalor waits for the priest to finish replying to Cade's question. "Greetings sister/brother. I would like to know if sister Isabella is still in this building and if she has retired for the day yet."

As the other three seem insistent on making their way into the cathedral, Emund shrugs. He pauses for a moment and then follows them in through the antechamber and into the main room.

The kindness that the priests show to the people who sleep on benches here is startling in contrast to many of the other churches in which he’s spent time. Curtis has his fingerprints all over this one. 

After overhearing “Dalton’s” request for Elvish texts, Emund inserts himself into the conversation and says, “If you need any help at all with translations for Elvish, give me a holler. I’m familiar with a few Elvish translations of the prayerbook and hymnal.”

Emund looks around the open area and looks for any faces he might recognize—a priest or acolyte who might know whether or not Curtis has reached out in the past few days (Perception: 11).

Cade: The person gives a few kind nods to you as you discuss going into the archives.  "Ah, always so good to see a scholar.  Especially in these times after the war.  I do believe I have some of the passages translated into the elf tongue, if you could wait a bit.  But for heading down into the archives, I'm afraid that the Archivist Riktor has retired for the evening.  I will made sure that he hears your name Mr. Foxtrot, and can bring you down there tomorrow when there's a bit more light.

The person turns, before looking over at Yorvalor: "I did see Lady Isabella earlier this evening during supper.  But she was assisting in a great many capacities.  I'm sure she's retired by this late hour.  Is there a name of the suitor I could pass along?"

Meanwhile, Emund: You see a face or two, but most are the ones who are still in study inside the cathedral.  Upon talking to them, they do make a passing reference that Curtis has been unfortunately away at meetings with others the past few days.  But they unfortunately do not know what it is exactly.  

Yorvalor is relieved that he was just over thinking, but he looks at the person in the eye to make sure that she/he is being sincere (Insight: 18).

"Thank you very much sister/brother. That was all the assistance that I needed. I will come back in a better time." He puts his hands together and slightly bows. "May peace be upon you." (OCC: I am not sure if that's the correct way to address a religious person) He then turns to Emund. "Well, I guess I am done here. I apologize for dragging you all here for unfounded reason."

Keegan will head back to the Falcon to wait for the group, once any of them come back I’ll tell them what he discussed with with Tharii and ask if any of them found anything g like what he was looking for. 

Cade will wait for the Elvish texts then return to the Falcon to rest. 

“No worries at all to be had,” Emund replies to Yorvalor.

Emund will seek quarters for the night at the church.

Yorvalor will wait for Cade then go back to the Falcon to rest as well.

Cade puts his hand on Yorvalor's shoulder.

"Hey, Yorvalor. Nikoli gave me this scroll. I am not sure what language it is, but maybe you can read it. Nikoli got it from those bandits," Cade whispers.

"If you can come back to The Falcon we can read it there," Cade says

After the Acolyte gives Cade some pamphlet pages, in elven, on the Faith and the groups begin to head out.

Emund turns in for the night.  The dormitories were off in their own wings of the Cathedral, tucked away from the main chambers and the public eye.  Simple. Efficient.  A pattern that anyone could easily follow of a grid around a open courtyard.  The courtyard had some plants laid out in geometric shapes; order over nature. Keeping things pristine.  But it gave a good space for meditation and clearing ones head.  Some of those that dabbled in botany could study the plants and wildlife to get a better understanding. 

The first section of the dormitory was for the High Clerics and those of established rank.  A effort to show status and order. But also a reminder that the high clerics were there when all passed by, and to keep a lookout on those they served.  Continuing down the hall it turned into a grid layout.  Acolytes and those in study having a more traditional bunk style room.  Four to six sharing a space together.  Those up a little higher, having only a single other person in the room.  Emund, and those who were touched by the divine, tended to get their own room.  Smaller than the others, enough for a bed, dresser, and desk.  A few personal belongings on a shelf.  Small windows that overlooked the city and the sea.  A few of the rooms were set aside for bathing, laundry, and a furnace that needed to be tended to keep heating spread throughout the cathedral.  Tucked away on the roof were personal spaces for practice. Personal worship. And research, as many scholarly types ended up joining the ranks of the Faith.

The Faith itself had a few of it's knighthoods and orders.  While they tended to live throughout the Cathedral, in a barracks and staying in the wings that hosted guests, a few did have room in the dorms.  A few of the rooms by the high clerics were some of those who followed different Paladin Orders.  And a few on the roof as well.  While they were never around in force, they would be Emund's biggest threat.

Yorvalor and Cade discuss the strange scroll that Cade was given.  It too in some unintelligent language.  Elric follow them as they bid Emund good evening.  Once at the Falcon's Nest, they meet back up with Keegan; who discusses that Tharii expected them to have some kind of scroll.  That very same scroll which Cade found and shared with Yorvalor seems to fit the description.  The group takes a quick look at the scroll, figuring it to be some kind of Cypher.  Something is missing in order to figure it out.  Perhaps Tharii could provide a clue or two in the morning.

(Any person is welcome to attempt a INT check to decipher the text during their long rest.  It'll take the night and you won't get the benefits of a long rest.  Anyone simply wanting to stay up through the night, give me a DC 10 Con Save, or take 1 level of exhaustion)

The sun rises on another cloudy, early misty morning of Dunnour.  By a little after sunrise, the sounds of people and activity fill the streets.  Crews of the Wreckers heading back to their boats. The markets setting up shop. The whistle of the Rail echoing against the Chimes of the Cathedral.  The fires of the oven of the Falcon's Nest kicking back up as food is prepared for the workers that come in the morning for a simple meal.  

While you weren't able to meet with Isabella or Curtis, they are most likely going about their daily duties.  "Mr. Foxtrot" has a scheduled appointment to head into the archives of the Cathedral.  And it seems that Tharii may have more info on this cypher than originally letting on.  All the while, the warehouse of the Orchids still is a mystery. 

What do you all do?

Yorvalor was very tired, and figured he would not be able to concentrate on the scroll. He proposed to the group to try to meet with Tharii the next day. Besides the scroll, he would like to know if Tharii knows anything about the ring that used to belong to young Jake Orri. Also, he would like to ask Tharii what he know about the Orchids gang. He then retired for the night.

The next morning, when everyone is up. He asks Keegan if he would be able to arrange a meeting with Tharii. He proposes that before leaving, to wait and see if Edmund would be joining them. Meanwhile he takes quick glance at the scroll to see if it makes any sense to him (Intelligence: 6). Yorvalor gives the scroll right back to Cade. "I am sorry mate. I guess we should wait and see if Tharii has more information on this."

Cade Yawns and stretches. He was tired, but he didn't want to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes Kol was always there dying in front of him. His body wanted to sleep, but he was trying to avoid it. He remembered reading that Elves didn't need to sleep, they could put themselves in some sort of trance. Cade cursed his ancestors who ended up mating with humans. He wished he was full elf in order to avoid seeing his brother and his brothers killer.

Cade was trying to help Yorvalor with the scroll, but he kept nodding off. Cade knew eventually Yorvalor would tell him to fall asleep. He stood up and walked over to his cot. He knew someone was going to wake him when he started screaming in his sleep again. His eyes closed when his head hit some sort of makeshift pillow.

Cade found himself on the battlefield. It appeared to be around noon, it was hours before their battle against the Noctis. Cade looked around he was sitting at a table writing a letter. He heard someone clear his throat. He looked up to see Kol Rainmaker.
"You still writing to your girl?" Kol Rainmaker asked. Kol smiled brightly. Cade always felt like he was in Kol's shadow or that he was Kol's shadow.
"I think she would like to know where I am," Cade responded. Kol laughed.
"I wouldn't doubt that, C'mon Sgt. Foxtrot told me to come get ya," Kol explained. Cade folded the letter and put it away. He looked at his brother. Cade knew in a few hours that his brother, his best friend, his hero would be dead. Cade couldn't help, but tear up.
"Stop being such a Keeb," Kol said while slapping his brother on the back. Cade begged the Gods to stop the dream here, let Cade be happy, but that wasn't going to happen. The dream leapt forward he was on the battlefield. Sword clashing against sword. He could hear the occasional gunfire, which was rather rare. Behind him he heard screaming he watched as a spear entered Sgt. Dalton Foxtrot's body.
"Kol!!" Cade called out worried. He knew what was going to happen in a few minutes, his body not wanting to wake up. He saw his brother fighting a group of Noctis. Cade dashed forward and swung his sword wildly. The Noctii dispersed.
"Cade?" One of the Noctis asked. Cade ignored the voice. Cade didn't want to hear it. Cade carried his brother to the side of the battlefield. Cade began screaming for a medic or a healer.
"Shaddup... don't be... sucha... Keeb," Kol stated weakly. Cade was crying now.
"Please don't leave me again, Kol. I can't..." Cade trailed off. Kol shushed him.
"Cade, I-"
"Save your strength, Cormac will heal ya," Cade interrupted. Kol shook his head slowly he pushed his sheathed shortsword into Cade's hands.
"I don't....have....much time," Kol responded. Blood was everywhere.
"I love you, Kol," Cade stated.
"I know...don't blame yourself...get out-" Kol ended the sentence rather abruptly. Cade cried for what seemed like hours into his brother's chest. Cade rose slowly he picked up the shortsword. He looked around. His friends were dying left and right. It was those damn Noctis' fault. He wanted to charge into battle, but he didn't. He looked down at his brother's body. Cade sighed. He ran and he didn't stop. He was crying ugly hot tears. He screamed as he rushed off the battlefield.
"I will kill every last one of those scum," Cade screamed

Cade found himself in the Falcon. He looks around. Cade sighs. He pulls a letter out of his sash. The letter was crumbled up and torn in several places. He stares at the letter then he pockets it.

"I will kill those Noctis scum," Cade whispers to himself.

Keegan fell alseep early, it seems that he can fall asleep so easily. Keegan never dreams much, his sleep is usually restful and calm, even after collecting harsh bounties of innocent apostates. But tonight was different, almost like some thing was calling his name. He woke up to the sound of Cade screaming. Sitting up in his cot he sees Cade staring at something in his hand "Oi, you alright mate? Same dream?" Keegan asks, hearing Cade utter something, not quite being able to hear what he said.

Before he turns in for the night, Emund searches through the small amount of furniture in his arrangements at the cathedral (Investigation: 14).

Despite knowing that there could potentially be knights of The Faith staying right nearby, Emund sleeps surprisingly well. Perhaps it's because of a sense of having dispensed correct justice and set things back in order, even if only at least partially. Whatever the reason, the rest is deep and good.

The following morning, he wakes early, as is usual for him. He gazes out the window at the sea for a short while, collecting himself and redressing, before making his way to the prayer spaces available at the roof.

"Broken God, I hope you saw that I tried to bring pieces back together yesterday and do your will. Granted it was messy, but the intent was there and you know I'm forever faithful." He kneels and reaches for the red threads at his cuffs. As he tightens them, he says a prayer. "Though wounded I may be and scarred I may be, I am made steel by your will and benevolence. And as steel I will always retain my shape. Though I am flesh, my flesh is yours and also theirs. I vow to offer myself, no matter the harm to benefit those who are oppressed by wrongful law and the tides of chaos." Emund lights a candle and goes prostrate. After a moment of silence, he goes through the motions to make it look as though he's performed morning rites for those of The Faith, before making his way back down into the pulpit.

Once on the ground floor again, Emund seeks out any member of the clergy of rank and asks them about Curtis's whereabouts, all the while looking around to see if he can see his friend himself and being wary of any knights that might be present. (Perception: 8).

Emund: During your investigation of your chambers, and morning prayers, you do not see any evidence of tampering. Or any eyes watching you with any more scrutiny than usual.  During the chores of morning meal, you find it interesting that Curtis doesn't come down to say hello.  It's normal for him to take on the roles he did when you two were little; a trait that's endeared Curtis to others inside the cathedral and most of those who live in city for a long while.  When asking around, you do hear that he's been between his room, in a few rooms in a smaller wing for important guests, and the sacristy.  You know him well, and the kind of representative and priest of the Faith he is.  For him to be squirreled away in the sacristy, or even his personal room, is odd for Curtis.  While entering the sacristy alone would raise questions, knocking and being invited in would not.

Yorvalor: You take a look at Cade's scroll, but without spending any real time on it, don't see anything patterns that help you discern it.

The morning is yours, what do you all do?

Yorvalor sits next to Cade. "I wish there was something that I could do to help you with your dreams. Perhaps if I sing you a lullaby whenever you sleep might help..." He looks seriously at Cade. "I am not joking mate. I supposed we give it a try..." Yorvalor raises his eyebrows and gives a gentle smile. He waits for a moment. "Was that a letter from Kol that you have kept all these years my friend?"

Emund thanks the people with whom he speaks about Curtis’s whereabouts, finishes his meal and polishes it off with a short glass of a bitter and milky tea. He could just throw open the door and appear in the sacristy, hoping for the best, but the likelihood that wouldn’t draw attention was...less than ideal.

Instead, he makes his way to its door and raps his knuckles against it. “Curtis, you still hiding in there? Light of the Faith be with you always, and that too.” He listens for movement within (Perception: 18).

Cade puts the letter away quickly. He shakes his head. He had been writing it for years.

"It was for someone else," Cade responds. 

Yorvalor pats Cade on his back. He does not want to probe the subject any further. He turns to the room, not looking at anyone in particular. "Well, gents. Should we wait for Emund before heading out to look for Tharii? I am very interested to know if he has more information about all that happened yesterday."