Warwick

Her name was Warwick. That should have been my first sign that I was in too deep. Regular nuns don’t have names like that. Nor do they have kill count tattoos.

There are few people in this world you should implicitly trust. The nun in my company did not happen to be one of them. We wouldn’t have hired her for the mission if we had known what the marks meant. But it’s easier to state your case with the Drowned God than to wriggle out of a guild contract.