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A Turbulent Cleric

The quarters for the two princes at the Belfry of Thundera was not as Brigid imagined. It seemed rather bare. There were some toys, of course, but this was still a prison.

Picking up a stuffed animal, Brigid smiled for a moment. Still, she supposed a prison could be home.

Waiting in the princes' quarters for some Thunderan clothes to try on, Brigid suddenly heard a tremendous banging coming from outside. Looking out a nearby window, she saw a middle-aged cat clad in a way that the Evabon girl had heard Cheetara describe. It was the attire of a cleric and not just any cleric, but that of Jaga, yet this was no jaguar. Rather it was a serval and with his staff was battering one of the Belfry's towers.

Shaking… Brigid watched and wondered what was going on here. Was this real? Was this another ghost? How was she to know?

Upon hearing some footsteps, Brigid turned with a jump. Lieu and Sinha had entered the room with a servant. In the servant's arms was a dress and it was so indistinguishable from the one that Brigid had on, she realized that dresses might have had little difference no matter the race.

Looking back out the window, Brigid saw the cleric was gone. Immediately, she turned to the princes and asked: "Who was that? There was a cleric battering a tower!"

"Oh, him. Just some cleric our eight-time great-grandfather had assassinated." Answered Lieu. "He had been rather turbulent."

Assassinated? Was this the House of Thundera from which Lion-O had been born, into which Tygra had been adopted?