"The duke should be honorable as long as they have not tainted his good nature with lies." Father Thomason turned to walk closer and press a hand on Gabriel's head, uttering a short prayer for his sake before turning to walk away. "I cannot stay with you tonight, I have to prepare for something else, but I hope you return safely. I will make sure to investigate this matter with Miss Shadecliff, and see if I can get any answers from the populace. Maybe call in a few favors. I dont know if I can do much, but I will do what I can."<br/><br/>As he left, Gabriel could feel the church quieting down a lot more, the paintings all portraying the goddess in her various forms but none of them matching what Gabriel had dreamed about. Yet as he was nearing the doorway, there was one glass painting that caught an eye. Green fields painted above the church's doorways, with a few distant trees. It was the background, the landscape of his dream.<br/><br/>The goddess was not in those imagery, but it was supposed to be the place she rested at, part of the battlefields of honor and valor, yet aside from the actual bloodletting and combat.