Swamped

You think you've gotten all the info you could hope to, at least if he's going to be this serious about asking. You pull out the note, but make sure you only show him the side with the mark.

"I see," he says solemnly. "I can accept the package now. Please wait here while I bring it to the Vice-Mayor."

With that, he grabs the package. You're so taken aback by hearing "Vice-Mayor" that you can't even respond, and he's gone before you can ask any questions.

It doesn't take you long to realize what happened. It's that oddity of the translation spell again. He's handing it over to the equivalent of a vice mayor - so, presumably, second in the temple hierarchy.

Still unsettling, though. It's been a long time since you heard that title thrown around. Worst supervisor you ever had. She was always asking questions that suggested she had a very good idea of what you were up to, so good you started to think she had someone following you.

Taught you a lot about covering your tracks, at least. She was never actually able to prove anything. But she was also able to convince the mayor you shouldn't be promoted any further.

Well. No point dwelling on the past right now. You've got to think about how best to use your time now that the Praetor's gone.