All of these things, so much afraid Who: Cal and Allwyn What: Bad news Where: Cal's office at the Temple When: Saturday night, July 2nd (slightly backdated, the afternoon before conversation with his father)
Calvin had been working steadily all day, getting as many things in order as he could, packing and sorting his possessions, touching up logistical overviews for Ceddon Turning, rewriting his sermon for the following day. He was in the process of writing a letter to whatever Robor the Council selected to replace him when, though the half-opened door, he heard the now-familiar sound of Allwyn's hesitant footsteps coming down the hall. He set down his quill and rose from his desk, moving to meet him.
"Thank you for coming, Allwyn," he said, giving a deep nod instead of offering the handshake that he knew so many Cloves were skeptical of. "I made a cup of tea for you..." he wrinkled his brow, looking around his uncharacteristically disorganized office. He knew he put the cup down somewhere... "But where did I...?"