A Confession of Whimsy

The attendant draws aside the curtain for you to pass. The room is made of clay, and bathed in blue light. A pool, its water stained by peligin, is in the center. Under the water, you see frost moths gathered around candles. Small ripples spread across the surface, where there is nothing to cause them. Stone drawers hold objects made of clay, and chess sets made of obsidian and moonstone litter the drawers. In the back is a moon pearl clock.

The Midnighter wears the mask of a clay man with his Irrigo robes, which are powdered with dust. "Sit." He says in an unusually deep voice. You peer closer, and realize that he is not wearing a mask, but is actually a Clay Man. A slight smile plays on his face. "Now. Whimsy is considered the worst error in London.

"Indeed, a crime of ignorance, or impulse, is the worst. But it is the most forgivable. Or perhaps no crime at all?"

Your answer

You confess, and he gives you a light blue candle. He inscribes it with your name.

"Saint Joshua will forgive you. Where Joshua saw faith, others saw folly. Take this candle. Let your misfortune be eaten. Take the seekers. They are certainly guilty of whimsy. Yet they can still be redeemed." He releases a rumble.

"Mm. I have spoken of dangerous things. Light this candle, as a sign of repentance, and your foes may stop. Our agents will know you are in need of aid, and shall erase evidence and sway hearts. Tread carefully. There is no snare like folly."

The candle burns slowly. When you wake, it is crowded by frost moths. Two people are on the next rooftop, writing. The woman waves, then both carefully dive off the roof, disappearing into a conspicuous patch of darkness. The next morning, the frost moths are gone, scraped from the candle. Payment of a sort.

Would you like your confession to be posted?

Yes

The Clay Midnighter's Confession

I have spoken of those guilty of whimsy. I, like my fellow Confessors, are guilty of the errors we cleanse. When I was still in bondage, the men who had been assigned to ensure my brethren were slaughtered by a woman. She screamed at them about the Bazaar's sins. But when they were dead, she could not continue on her mission. She asked me to continue it for her, to jump into a well lined with obsidian knives. In my gratitude, I did it for her. For seven days I was trapped there. I could see visions rise from the muddied water."

"When I was free, I came and told her of the visions I had seen. And thus, I continued her path to damnation. I ask you find her. Free her. Please."

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