Bron Gilder is dead, and our agreement with Frederick Wyrd has turned to ash. We’ve suffered severe losses, and we need a strong arm to right the ship.

The Deceiver known as William Oh has a great deal of momentum. We can no longer trust this mission to the rank and file. We need someone not just capable of nipping at his heels, but getting ahead of the boy and stopping his ascent with overwhelming force.

We need someone higher level, who’s been to the upper Floors and back. We need an Advanced Classer.

But sir, we don’t-

We do. This particular one is retired, but I know he’ll be up to the challenge. Retirement suits him poorly.

The scribes have the prophet. We can predict his moves. We’ll set a trap the snake can’t squirm his way out of.

-           Conversation between two Bishops in Bone Mountain Fortress