As the door creaked open one would not see anything but Erik asleep in the chair of his office, his head upon the desk. To the left of his sleeping head lay the reports he had been given, to the right, his copy of the Enchiridion. Opened to a passage, the only passage his father ever thought of value in the faith he had no faith in. "We do not know each others' strengths. How, then, could we trust one another enough to join sides? So how is this: we travel alongside him, and judge his ability with our own eyes."
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