The Conclave is the seat of all authority in Cistercia. The massive building, constructed from huge blocks of white marble, noticeably lacks the pretentiousness of the ornamental spires and intricate patterns found on the cathedrals and religious buildings.

The priest leads you through a criss-cross of hallways, finally arriving at the chamber of the Lord Marshall of Cistercia. A broad-shouldered man with the regal look of a military officer, he is speaking with an aide and signing a document as you enter. "The price of heresy is fire. Make sure they understand," he remarks, returning the quill to the inkwell before dismissing the aide and turning his attention to you.

"Ah, the Free Company. The King sent a raven before your arrival, so I'll cut to the heart of it. You have traveled far, Oathsworn. However, the mendicants are indisposed at the moment. You may have them once they return. You have my word. In the meantime, there is a delicate matter which requires your unique capabilities."