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[Bartholomew]

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The service is over, the reception behind me and now I sit reflecting on the state of my office and the lack of spirituality that seems pervasive throughout the populace. Thoughts dart back and forth between decorating the office and the apparent lack of interest in the Church. This back wall is so bland, and nothing of a view out the windows. Suppose I’ll cover it with two or three, yes three tapestries will fit, three tapestries then.

Less than a dozen people at services tonight, that is not acceptable even if a great storm chased some from their homes and towns, where were the rest? Has complacency and chaos, that seems to permeate the lands, taken such a toll that there are none who wish the Virtues to live? Has the dreams of glory through the sword replaced the decency of the act?

Bartholomew rises to walk around his desk, slowly and sadly shaking his head.

Another tapestry at the front end of this wall, that will balance the troll head trophy. Remembering back to the day not that long ago when he slew that troll solo. Was a proud moment followed by remorse for forgetting Humility. Was a great feeling well worth the twelve hours I dedicated to studying Humility to do my due penance for my folly into pride.

What can we do to turn around the lands of Lord British. He would be forlorn at the state of his lands. Many claim to follow and uphold Virtue but seem to have forgotten that individual Virtue is insufficient. Virtue must be shared and be communal, thus the need to meet in services and greet each other, to share, to make life complete with a sense of belonging. Even if you do not need the sense of belonging, what about those who do need, where do they turn? Where is the Compassion?

Bartholomew sits again in his comfy chair and looks at the books piling up in all corners of his office.

I need to get organized, and this is but a small fraction of my books. Grandmother will want me to get the others from her attic, he pauses remembering her weathered but still beautiful face showing her age so gracefully, she has been so kind. And the ones stored at the warehouse of that guild, the one that Olaff told me of when he offered to store them. What was that guild again? Oh, it doesn’t matter, what matters is Olaff, his love of life and pretty colors.

What can I or anyone do to drum up a modicum of enthusiasm. Will was good, gave me a spirited discussion of Order and Virtue, which comes first and foremost. Hope I meet him again, could learn a lot from him about viewpoints I may have missed considering. Just what more can Lodi and myself do to get more interest, more people inclined to join and promote the church.

A deep yawn interrupts Bartholomew’s thoughts. Standing, he stretches his arms arching his back. He rubs his eyes and still the need for sleep is overcoming him. He swiftly chants the spell and vanishes from his office, to where is not important, as at this moment sleep is all that matters.
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Bartholomew; Celebrant of Virtue {HCV}