Ah, yes. The Temple's secrets. Saffron didn't even know about most of them, and yet the Temple would still come after her? A brainwashing cult if Paddy ever saw one.
But someone inside the Temple, apparently, had gotten her out. That was interesting. Interesting, and worthy of some hope. It meant the Temple's hold and reach weren't nearly as strong or widespread as Tenebrae hoped it was, and with a bit of luck, they could save even more people this way.
If Saffron wouldn't even have a withdrawal period to go through, Paddy knew exactly where she'd be safest. He'd known about sorcerers for all of a few weeks, and already he knew enough to understand exactly how arrogant they were, and what sorts of places they would never think of. Or at least places the Temple would never think of. Would Solomon himself ever have thought of a church, were he not looking for those exact religious answers?
"You would be safe here," Paddy told her. "For a few days, at least. But I'm... not exactly the best person to help you." For one thing, it wasn't just safety or refuge she needed - it was healing. And Necromancer or no, her upbringing had pretty much guaranteed God and Christian faith would be the very last thing to help do that. Somewhere sorcerers would never look, never even think of, and where she could learn proper self-reliance? "There's a shelter not very far from here, a safe haven for abused women. You'd be looked after by everyone there, and they'd be able to help you far more than I can. No sorcerers involved at all, as far as I know. Would that work?"
There was a sharp intake of breath from his nephew at the word 'sorcerers.' For the moment, Paddy ignored it.
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But someone inside the Temple, apparently, had gotten her out. That was interesting. Interesting, and worthy of some hope. It meant the Temple's hold and reach weren't nearly as strong or widespread as Tenebrae hoped it was, and with a bit of luck, they could save even more people this way.
If Saffron wouldn't even have a withdrawal period to go through, Paddy knew exactly where she'd be safest. He'd known about sorcerers for all of a few weeks, and already he knew enough to understand exactly how arrogant they were, and what sorts of places they would never think of. Or at least places the Temple would never think of. Would Solomon himself ever have thought of a church, were he not looking for those exact religious answers?
"You would be safe here," Paddy told her. "For a few days, at least. But I'm... not exactly the best person to help you." For one thing, it wasn't just safety or refuge she needed - it was healing. And Necromancer or no, her upbringing had pretty much guaranteed God and Christian faith would be the very last thing to help do that. Somewhere sorcerers would never look, never even think of, and where she could learn proper self-reliance? "There's a shelter not very far from here, a safe haven for abused women. You'd be looked after by everyone there, and they'd be able to help you far more than I can. No sorcerers involved at all, as far as I know. Would that work?"
There was a sharp intake of breath from his nephew at the word 'sorcerers.' For the moment, Paddy ignored it.