In the center of King's Court the large palace stands out as a magnificent white building, shining over the capital from its high rock. It is surrounded by large walls and a heavy iron gate. On either side of the gate a royal guard stands on duty. In unison they march away when they are relieved by the next pair of guards, the tassels on their uniform swinging softly.
As you approach one of the guards steps forward and demands "Halt, please identify yourself and state the nature of your business."
Anistis gazed upon the palace with an appropriate sense of awe as he approached; the palace was certainly a marvel to behold, and for the acolyte, none of its majesty was diluted by the fact that the King's Palace dominated the landscape of his native city and he saw it every day. Anistis had often been complimented for his never-waning appreciation for the joys and wonders of daily life, but it was no amazing feat; he couldn't help but bask in the beauty of the world his God had created and the people and things that populated it.
Anistis was quite distracted by his contemplation of the palace's architecture when he was stopped by the guard at the gates.
"Oh. Sorry. Good Tradetide to you, sir. I'm Anistis, a Dominican acolyte from the Basilica? I'm just here to browse the library."
The acolyte smiled at the guard, admiring the patience and rigor it would take to perform such a job. Having to stand still for such long intervals while still remaining vigilant certainly took a great deal of skill.
Well, he thought, waiting for the guard's reply, if there's anywhere in the city where I'll be able to find any written information about Jaxomen, the Jackal, and this cult, this is it.