The nun sat across from her, crossing her arms with a familiar spark in her eyes.
"Don't sound so shocked. Just because we aren't dripping in gold coins like those peacock adventurers doesn't mean we're starving. The Capital Church is rich in nature, not just wood."
Maddy looked around the hall, noticing the way the architecture integrated with the landscape. Through the large windows, she could see the flourishing interior farm and the heavy branches of fruit trees swaying in the breeze. The air here felt alive, untainted by the smog and noise of the city streets.
"You're right," Maddy agreed, taking a careful sip. "This place feels completely different from the rest of the capital. It's quiet. It's fertile. It feels like it belongs to the earth…"
