028 » Thirsty motherfuckers return to their roots

[amorality]

[On the whole, life hasn't changed that much for Severian since the death of the archbishop. Researchers that lock themselves away with musty tomes are somewhat disconnected from the world as a whole. That's not to say it hasn't changed at all, of course — Ser Aymeric is far less keen on defeating death, and his funding has been cut significantly as a result. This has Severian forced to do something he dreads:

Take requests.

Hopefully, that's what he'll be doing today. An old schoolmate approached him vaguely asking to talk privately after service, and while he would usually decline (he doesn't have time to chat!), when the request comes from a son of one of the high houses it seems prudent to agree. Though he always got on with Francel well enough, he can't imagine that this visit isn't related to his field of work. Even Severian's heard the gossip about him going to stand at Haurchefant's grave on a daily basis. He agrees readily and leads Francel back to his modest room, inviting him to sit while he brews some tea.]

How can I help you, Lord Francel?