Another small group of Sun Heretics, who had infiltrated aboard smugglers' ships from Cold Harbor, were apprehended and imprisoned in a church near the harbor district.
Fenna, the Judge, returned from the subterranean prison area beneath the church to the rest chamber of the upper sanctuary, where the bishop in charge of the church in this district was already waiting.
"Judge Fenna," the somewhat gaunt bishop greeted the young Judge with a salute, "May the waves protect your soul."
"May the waves protect your soul," Fenna returned the gesture to the bishop and, with somewhat weary steps, walked toward a chair to the side, "This is already the second group of Sun Heretics thrown into prison in the harbor district alone, isn't it?"