<div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://i.imgur.com/6mdZJuo.jpg)</td><td>  </td><td>(https://i.imgur.com/iPjnxMA.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">Sgt. Kae</div></td><td>  </td><td><div align="center">Father Tahn</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Father Tahn nodded,<strong>"I don't think such a reassignment would be advantageous for us in any way." </strong>He said stating the obvious.  Lise's new home was technically property of the Duchy, and she couldn't afford something so grand on her own, at least not without going to her family for help.  Something she had no desire to do.  Lise had always been strong and carved her own path without her noble family's fortunes.  But her children, they would suffer the most.  Little Amelia was flourishing in this new city.  Already she'd made friends her own age, and her tutoring was going well, she was learning things that Lise hadn't learned with private tutors that her family money could buy until Lise had been years older than Amelia was now.  To lose this posting would be to deny her family too much.<br/><br/>The thought alone, so horrifying, so terrible, was almost enough to make her lose her erection.  Certainly it would have for a normal person, but her curse didn't allow such a thing to happen.  Sergeant Kae also had taken that moment to start caressing Lise's heavy nut sack, rolling the weighty testicles in her hand as she continued to lick and suck.  Her fingers brushing against Lise's often ignored pussy lips as well causing her to shiver.<br/><br/><strong>"That's right," </strong>Father Tahn said, misjudging what that shiver had meant,<strong>"The warm environment of Legalia has been good on my old bones and it may be selfish but I have no wish to leave, especially to go north.  I can do without ever seeing snow again.  As to who it came from and if it can be trusted?  Yes I know who it came from and yes, it can be trusted."</strong>That was all he was going to say on the subject.  Apparently his source must be someone who knew the comings and goings of the arch bishop, but he wasn't going to share that information at all.<br/><br/><strong>"As for seeking an audience,"</strong>he said,<strong>"My understanding is that you're technically an advisor to the ducal seat?  I can't imagine that it would be hard for her to meet with you.  I know you've met with her a few times in the two months you've been here already.  But if you want my advice, find a premise to visit her.  Something to do with the job anyways, maybe a suggestion to post holy symbols in the baracks or something.  I don't know, I'm not well versed in military matters but I'm sure you can come up with a good and reasonable idea on why it would be good to meet with her.  Then while you're there, see to it that she knows how important it is that she is pleased with your presence here, and also has at least a basic understanding of Lihrit's teachings.   For if the arch duke questions her on such things it will be her happiness of your posting first, then on her influence by Lihrit second."</strong><br/><br/>He looked at her, still noticing that her flush was coloring her pale cheeks.  What sort of exercise had she been doing that she was still a little shy of breath and sweaty?