“Sacred duty?” It reminded him, in ways, of the Cult of the Lightless Flame, if only in the dedication. Cults often had those odd sacred duties, didn’t they?

“So a non-traditional religion sense? Or a personal calling for your entire family line?”

The urge to know details was suddenly low on his list of priorities, but motivations? They helped with convictions, with how far one would follow the letter of their decision.

He didn’t want to know.

He needed to. A person could be manipulated by their passions.

“I am assuming that the Blooming Grove is not here.”