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Ithiel is by me!
The mansion was not in the best shape, but there were still plenty of rooms to be used. Ithiel might even try to placate Myrika by attempting some repairs elsewhere in the building -- but he was not an accomplished craftsman of any kind. His hands and arms were most useful for only pursuits of manual labor. Still, that might be the thing to get this project of theirs accepted with the least fuss. He peered toward Angel and nodded. He, too, seemed hesitant about the allowing of other faiths, but Ithiel saw no other way. They must allow any denomination access, or they would never be allowed to do anything. And if they did it in secret, Myrika would be angry -- and rightfully so. Ithiel could not imagine doing such a thing surreptitiously, without the endorsement of his Aquila.
We'll make plans, then, he said. I'll talk to Myrika. Can you write? Ithiel could not, but if Angel also could not, he would speak to his cousin and request her assistance on at least this small part. They'd need a plan of sorts -- various things needed to be done. They'd perhaps need to take a scavenging trip to Halifax, even. A faint smile appeared on Ithiel's face, evidence of his excitement.
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