NARRATOR: Tetlumbrathi, spiritual center of Fobott'r people...
unknown Fobott'r: Greatmother, I have a tlumnph that I wish for you to read.
GREATMOTHER: No, what you have is a thing you printed on your fabber.
unknown Fobott'r: Deepest apologies. I misspoke.
It's a copy of a recent discovery, and respectfully I would not ask you to sully your hands thereon without good reason—
GREATMOTHER: *talking over* Just give it to...
Oh my.
This is a masterpiece.
NARRATOR: It is a city of poets and priests, pastors and pilgrims, and plenty of people whose titles begin with letters other than "P"...
GREATMOTHER: The scribe... so gifted, but I do not recognize her touch.
unknown Fobott'r: The original is currently in the care of a nascent soldier clan. They're deployed as mercenaries.
NARRATOR: There is an hierarchy here. The more important a matter is, the further it must climb for action.
GREATMOTHER: You will come with me to Primus Pethmatoko.
GREATMOTHER: Now.
NARRATOR: Greatmother Kathlumira is at the very top of that hierarchy.
This is her flagship, Primus Pethmatoko...
Oh, look. Two more P-words.