Bishop Davidus rests his head in his ink-stained right hand. He's writing another letter to an old acquaintence back on the mainland. It's getting late and the bishop is getting tired. He's felt better the last month than he has in years, but he's still an old man. He lets loose a small grin and puts the quill down for the evening. There'll be time to finish this letter tomorrow. Davidus gets up from his desk, stretches his limbs, then heads out toward the chapel nearby to attend Compline with his fellow clerics. Another day is almost done.