Cinad walks back into the Council room, holding what seems to be a plate full of foreign pastries.
"Just been out to see some bakers in the Foreign Quarter of ol' Sheepstead. Did I miss anything of import?"
Looking at the reports on the table, Cinad concluded the obvious.
"I be seeing that we've made a mistake. Ought ta rectify that, eh? This heresy business has gone off for too long." Cinad grimaced. "Now, I don't like admitting defeat, none of us do, but this heterodoxy has taken root and grown. We've not the resources to oppose it and Suul is unlikely to be sendin' aid to rid us of it. I think we should be perhaps thinkin' of tolerating these 'heretics'. Perhaps we could...make some changes to our official stand? I be proposing that we at least think about it. Indeed, a Wrathful Priest (2 Piety, 1 Might) has already approached me about his beliefs. He is very...convincing."
"As for our other problems...The Poisonings and this Exodus could be solved by well...helping them along. I will be frank; if we can be siding with the heterodoxy people, we could shunt off any influences from Suul. Those Orthodox men in our proud Library could be...silenced and we'd not have to listen to the old bishop in Suul any longer. My king, you could make your own theological decisions...or leave it to your trusted advisors, of course. If we'd tolerate the heretics, I'm sure, those agents would be happy to come back. I'd offer agents for these but until we be getting a vote on our official stance on this theology dispute, I'd rather not waste a man."