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Llanwyn looked to both of them, exhausted as they were, with kind eyes and a smile, "Nervous," he said honestly, then closing his eyes as a wave of goose bumps went over his body. He was about to be ordained the Archprelate of the Church of Faith... he had not planned it growing up, he hadn't even considered it, it was just happening, to him, a Fae from the country.
He reopened his eyes and looked at them, "How many people will be here today?" He had the deepest appreciation for what they were doing. Truly these two were organizing what a small army could be organizing, a true feat. "And when during the ceremony will I be expected to speak?" He wasn't familiar with this particular liturgy, though he knew others very well.
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