Leaving the Church of Selûne after being thoroughly rebuffed, the cleric of Sune, Kavil-Kent, muttered some unintelligible curse and stamped his foot in frustration.
Kavil-Kent had had his eye on Eleanor for quite some time. The cleric of Sune had made plenty of preparations for this day. She was a cleric of Selûne, and so pure and holy, too. Landing her would be a real achievement!
In everyday life, Kavil-Kent was a perfectly ordinary, law-abiding son of a wealthy family, with little anyone could fault him for. Being chosen by Sune as her cleric proved that he had a solid foundation. He was handsome, wealthy, and a spellcaster.
Sweet-talking inexperienced girls into bed was almost ridiculously easy for him.
Generally speaking, a luxurious gilded carriage, a few dazzling little spells, a joke, and an enthusiastic invitation were enough. Few young women could withstand Kavil's routine.
That was how Kavil had hooked up with a girl from the Church of Selûne in Suzail. After taking her virginity, he began asking about Eleanor.
The girl had initially been very reluctant to cooperate. They had only just slept together, and now he was bringing this up-even an idiot could tell what he wanted. But Kavil was too skilled for her. First, he expressed curiosity about the Church of the Silver Mother, then steered the conversation toward its clerics, before discussing the Church of Sune and poking fun at himself. Soon, he had her giggling.
Finally, Kavil promised that if she told him about Eleanor, he would take her on a trip and bring her to an exclusive salon in Marsember.
The girl was tempted.
Wouldn't being able to tell her friends about an experience like that make her look impressive?
And so, most of Eleanor's information was leaked. Having obtained the details he