"These appear to be in order, and sadly have not been rescinded.

Men and Ok will escort us.

Use the id kiosk next to the door, M'lady Bʼaat Kʼayin kiliptos Bayolet Tilismekistus Lesibiako lajchaʼ bʼaktuun, waxaklajuun kʼatuun, oxlajuun tuun, wuk winaal, kanlajuun kʼiin; wak Ix, wuk Yax ol pilisat Sakat Pulotos  雨燕."

"You may call me Penitent Ix if it makes you more comfortable. I use the full name for identification, but as a Penitent I have no personal dignity beyond my duty." 

Wow they got my name almost right. 

Also, sadly. Guess someone has a shred of decency. Also, also, hi honey, I can tell from context clues that you're in here. Still endorsed btw.

Mental privacy is overrated. Taking over from Zoey. If you play this legit you might get a horse, if you get a horse we'll try to teach it to sing. If you think signamancy and your eyes say there is a way out for her you're right but it means they rush all of the burnings in the inquisitorial queue and while there is a possibility of re-nesting things look bad for the order.

Also, this one is gonna hurt. It's not exactly who you think, meta-physically, but... looks aren't deceiving this time.

Bon talent, ma belle.

I already was worried about the body weight and height they send since this area is pretty human looking, but I am 100% about to kill a kid.

Probably, one that is an obvious frame-job to Ace-Detective Ellen. 

Hmm, that doesn't quite fit.

Maybe-

"Stand clear."

Fuck

"You look sad."

I am peace in a world of suffering.

I am solace in a place of torment.

"Don't worry about it. I am Penitent Ix. Are you Fledgling Chuk Tan?"

Chuck Tan as in chúuk ta'an not chuk t'aan there are too many languages and the damn things hybridize. Also the face, not the 1 to 1 match you get from a shapeshifter doing a sick bit, also the burns.

How do I do this it's a fucking Ember.

No I know how I do this.

Necromancy build, teach her ghost shit our kid.

"Yes, you're Sabak's friend."

Sabak is her Soot right.

Yes, and you do it with professionalism.

With care for the person in front of you.

With a head full of nutters, all of whom love you and half of whom even exist.

"Yes, I am Soot's friend."