"I'm a Chantry cleric," comes easily, volunteered without any consideration whatsoever. "My focus has primarily been in translation and composition. Archival studies, you might say." One of those nose-in-a-book type Brothers, a literal cut in the cloth scholar.

(The Vyrantium Chantry may not be the seat of the Divine, but it is well respected. Why join Diplomacy, and not Research?)

Here, having extracted a few choice items from the pile of available work, Laurentius looks up and over to Benedict.

"You?"