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|Description = "A gentleman from the Mithridate Office – the Presbyterate's ministry of lies – has come to discuss the feral Court. Such intelligence could be precious, but I cannot recommend him. Your predecessors only suffered from conversing with the gentleman." | |Description = "A gentleman from the Mithridate Office – the Presbyterate's ministry of lies – has come to discuss the feral Court. Such intelligence could be precious, but I cannot recommend him. Your predecessors only suffered from conversing with the gentleman." | ||
− | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Imperial Legitimacy}}, {{Unlock|Time Passing in Office|7-10}}, {{Unlock|The Airs of Port Carnelian|11-30}}, {{Unlock|Striped Delights|10}} | + | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Imperial Legitimacy|1}}, {{Unlock|Time Passing in Office|7-10}}, {{Unlock|The Airs of Port Carnelian|11-30}}, {{Unlock|Striped Delights|10}} |
|BroadDiff = 235 | |BroadDiff = 235 | ||
|BroadQuality = {{IL|Watchful}} | |BroadQuality = {{IL|Watchful}} | ||
|Button text = NEVERTHELESS... | |Button text = NEVERTHELESS... | ||
|Success title = An ember of truth | |Success title = An ember of truth | ||
− | |Success description = […] "I bring word […]" | + | |Success description = […] "I bring word[…]" |
He starts […] | He starts […] | ||
− | Every word sounds true […] None of it is worth writing down. Until […] he describes the tigers' affinity for flame – […] you take up your pen for the first time[…] The Poised Envoy stutters […], drags a finger to his lips, and takes his leave. | + | Every word sounds true[…] None of it is worth writing down. Until[…] he describes the tigers' affinity for flame – […] you take up your pen for the first time[…] The Poised Envoy stutters[…], drags a finger to his lips, and takes his leave. |
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