As you descend the stairs the common room is nearly full, even at this hour, yet there is a suppressed air to the place. The news of the Mendicants is the talk of the city. "Good morning," Greycane calls, the only smiling face you see in the room. "Bram's been working on a new recipe for wall plaster."

"It's not plaster, it's porridge, and it didn't stop you eating two bowls!" Bram retorts, turning his nose up to Greycane.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who rebuffs your cooking old boy," Greycane says nodding to Quintus. The fully armored adjutant sits bent over in the corner, staring intensely into his full bowl of porridge. You can see it's not the food that gives him pause.

Joining him you ask what is wrong. "I have failed them. They were my charge… and I was found wanting. Did I sin? I must have sinned or this would not have happened. I should go back to Cistercia to be back in the light of the church, to do penance."

Quintus is a man of strong faith and he is looking for an answer to why this happened, the news of the mendicants has hit him the hardest.