The Hightower

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"No milord, I am fine," the septon waves off the offer with a hand that appears deeply bruised.

[The Flint]

"Septon Benedict, what happened to your hand? Do you have need of the maester?"

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Oh this," he said with a chuckle, "just a little lite writing is all, I have attended to it as best as I am able you should have seen it last night."

[The Flint]

Justin's eyes widened, "If I may be so curious, who have you been writing to, that it does such visible injury to your hand? I didn't realize there were so many holy men in Westeros."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Unfortunately, my lord there is not, I counted seven-hundred and seventy-seven Septs among our numbers though I am sure I left some of the most small off the list for dramatic effect," he smiles, "The real difficulty was framing what was to be written."

[The Flint]

"And what did you have to say, Septon Benedict, to these good faithful men?" Justin leaned in, and watched the priest carefully.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Lord Hightower, you made a courageous stand against injustice in months pass. I know that your heart is pure. I am ashamed that the Faith has been blind and deaf and mute to the wrong doings across the land for more then a century," the Septon shook his head.

"I had originally thought that it was the Seven's plan to use the tragedies of men to bring more to serve but as the church has gotten weaker and weaker and sought only to enrich our coffers there has only been more suffering."

"My letter called on all men of faith to raise up into a new military order to protect our faith which is under attack from impropriety, and to restore the faith to its proper place in Westeros."

[The Flint]

Justin raised his eyebrow, and leaned back, his fingers folding over his stomach. "I'm not certain that is a good idea Septon. The High Septon knows of this?"

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"I sent him notice, he is paralyzed by politics in the capital."

[The Flint]

Justin sighed heavily. "I appreciate your zeal Septon Benedict. You know I am a faithful follower of the Seven, I come to sept... well, perhaps not as often as I should, but as often as I can. I am just fearful of the precedent this will set. When the war ends, will we be able to tell the young faithful that they should stop, or will they spread a war of religion? What if one day a Septon not unlike yourself, but in Duskendale, or Lannisport, calls ME unjust? You may continue your writings Septon Benedict, but I urge you to use restraint. The Smith would know, our country is badly bent. But if it is hammered to hard, to many times, it will break instead. May the crone light your way, good Septon."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"The toughest steel is forged in the hottest furnace, mi lord although I understand your concern. I have faith that the Crone will provide the wisdom to utilize this new tool for righetous purposes only," the Septon stands and offers a bow and then heads towards the exit."