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+—Welcome, President Calvin!
+
+—Thank you, Elder Caprina, Calvin replied.
+	I know we gave very little notice, but I believe it's a matter of grave importance for Galvarelli.
+
+—Oh, don't worry about that, Calvin.
+	Do you mind terribly if I call you Calvin?
+	I always get a bit flustered trying to figure out whatever other titles people want to be called.
+
+Calvin nodded.
+
+—Wonderful.
+	Call my Caprina too, there's no need for any of that Elder nonsense.
+	You're worried because of Yakaterina's warning, right?
+
+—How did you know?
+
+—Calvin, it's my duty here at the Temple to know these things.
+	Anyway, Yakaterina wrote often before her arrest.
+	She studied here, you know.
+	Probably more diligent than any other Hierarch, until she decided to test the freedom's your predecessor gave her.
+	I felt her death, through the Meadowlark.
+	I shall miss her passing, although I regret her ambition.
+	Anyway, the New Voice.
+
+	I felt it myself.
+	A gentle whisper, at first.
+	But it grew, and I felt it attacking my mind.
+	I assumed it was a mistake, and tried to follow the source back to whoever created the attack.
+
+	However, as I did, I found only hatred and malice at its source.
+	I was only just able to escape back to myself.
+	Only fragments of information came to me, the most important of which being the great distance that separated me from the attacker.
+	But it was too far for me to travel, and I felt it was not my fight to win.
+	I resolved myself to remain here, helping any who were being afflicted by the terrible insanity the New Voice inflicted upon them.
+
+—Is that something you could help me teach others?
+	To fight the Voice's hold on the mind?
+
+—I'm afraid not, Calvin.
+	Not unless we could go to each person, one at a time, giving them centuries of training.
+	But there's more.
+	Calvin, do you know about the creation of our kinds?
+
+Calvin shook his head, lightly.
+Whatever he did know would be embarrassingly small in front of an Elder.
+
+—It goes back, all the way back.
+	To the legacy of the Fourth and Fifth Races, Man and Beast.
+	The Ancestral Voices, which became known as the Great Voices, helped them commune with the powers of the Sentries of old.
+	But they were not alone.
+	The Aery was founded and grew, a seed around which the Birds became a society.
+	The Voice of the Birds had always been hard to hear, but the Birds acting at one gave it great power.
+	And then, it became obvious that balance was needed.
+	The Hidden Lands were created, for the Voiced Beasts, Voiced Birds and the Voiced Men, who became the Dwarrowfolk, alone.
+
+	The Unvoiced you enjoy so much were kept alone for their own safety, although as you know they thrived.
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 	Calvin, the Elder is a mountain goat stuck indoors and the dwarrow templars will have nothing better to do.
 	There's more as well.
 	This Elder has been warning us about a Curse of some kind.
-	He was sick for a little while, couldn't say how, but recovered.
-	Sent a message to the Border towns that if any sick Beasts came through, to send them to him for healing.
+	She was sick for a little while, couldn't say how, but recovered.
+	Sent a message to the Border towns that if any sick Beasts came through, to send them to her for healing.
 	Not sure if it's related, but it was a couple months ago.
 	Timing lines up.
 	Anyway, I'm sure he'll have more to say.
 	Eat up, and we can get to work after.
-	
+
 
 The remainder of the dinner went smoothly, with Brother Kab there to chat to Chief about travel plans in Border.
 Calvin, meanwhile, seemed to withdraw into himself a bit.