Father Anton leads the group out of his small, secluded office. He takes them in to the large and elaborate chambers of Arch-Lector Kaslain.
Mortus and Klaus have seen Kaslain before, at the party in Countess Emmanuelle's palace, though they did not speak to him. He's a sturdy man of later middle years, with a distinctively long neck. Though dressed in somber robes, his wide smile and drink-reddened cheeks give him a look of affability.
"Come in, come in, dear friends." He says. "No need to bow - well, except for you, Anton, but that's only good protocol! Ho ho. You know who I am, of course. Ah, two dwarfs among you! Excellent..." He speaks to Julian and Ragni in dwarfish. "Greetings to you, honoured brothers. The church of Sigmar thanks you, and affirms the ancient ties of friendship between our peoples.
"Naturally, I congratulate you all for the great task you have accomplished! Destroying the wyrdstone, in particular, was an astonishing achievement." He looks at Mortus as he says this, his eyes narrowing slightly. "As you will be aware, I sent some of my priests to investigate Wittgenstein, and their reports match well with your own account. Not, of course, that I doubted you... but one must be sure.
"The barony remains protected by its imperial charter, however, which limits what can be done there. In addition, we have the Emperor's recent injunction against harming those affected by chaotic influences... ah, mutants, as they used to be called. The new law is... questionable, but cannot be lightly ignored." Kaslain looks troubled.
"So, Wittgenstein will remain a contested issue for some time, I think. In the meantime, all the church can do is offer aid to the afflicted. But, I don't want to depress you unduly. You have all done well, and Sigmar smiles upon you! You will know, of course, that tomorrow is the festival of Sigmar's ascension to the throne? I hope to see you at the service in the morning... and perhaps at some of the parties later!
"Anton tells me you might be heading to Altdorf? Yes? Excellent. Could you deliver this to old Yorri - that is, to his supreme holiness the Grand Theogonist Yorri - when you get there?" He holds up a sealed letter. "It's rather important, and it's hard to know who to trust these days. Don't open it, of course, or I dare say old Yorri will have you chastised severely." He smiles. "But I'm sure you'd never dream of reading something addressed to someone else.
"Now, I'm sure you will forgive me, but I have much to do. Anton will show you out... ah, how careless of me! You will, I hope, accept the sum of 400 crowns each, as a token of the tremendous gratitude the church owes you?"
Anyone who accepts the Arch-Lector's offer of money will be paid by a clerk, before they are led out of the cathedral by Father Anton. He bids them farewell, and good luck on their mission.