A Truly Blessed Church
Chère Madame D’Euterpe,
I write this hastily before the mass, as I believe we shall be leaving shortly after for another day or two of riding.
I have been to the most wonderful and incredible church in the whole Empire! Perhaps you have visited Sardonée in the past? Words cannot begin to describe the way sounds reverberates throughout its magnificent structure. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but it was explained to me by none other than its choir master, monsieur Jean-Paul Chasseur. Could you believe that the church’s walls have been laced with Celestium under its construction?
My dear mentor, I believe even one such as you would find herself humbled and weak at the knees while listening to monsieur Chasseur’s choir. I truly wish I could remain here longer, but alas we shall soon ride. Perhaps I can return to this beautiful city once the Baron has fulfilled his business with the shipwright. I doubt they would have a use for me afterwards. While a whole week of riding has left me sore and with little desire to make it a habit, I must say I have enjoyed the experience and I look at its impending end with some form of sadness.
I expect I shall write to you again once this business is concluded and I find myself free once more, albeit with a heavier purse.