*Hmph. Fine.* Mistra shook her wrist, and Zach shot backward, crash-landing in a chair that he could not call comfortable since it would stain his conscience.
*Upon the discovery of the two tunnels connecting our continents, I sent my Apostle, Bartuk, as a missionary. I remember him making an agreement with the Empire on your side that would allow him to spread my faith without the Empire's interference.*
"Yeah, I remember that. I was there." Zach nodded. Another truth.
*Tell me why my Apostle has been unsuccessful in recruiting even a single believer,* Mistra calmly ordered, getting to the root of the problem in one sentence. From the moment Bartuk first set foot on the continent until this very moment, he had been utterly miserable.
Every attempt at recruiting or preaching the faith of the Order of Mistra had failed. Some had even spat in his face on multiple occasions.
That did not make sense, not when they were supposed to have Zach's support.
