Julius stood at the bank of the Adib River, staring across it. Its gentle rivers calmly flowed past, creating a serene backdrop that was out of place in the current world. "I do hate these muddy fields. They make me sick to my core." Constance walked over, surrounded by Templars, draped in a long white cloth and a veil.
"You're dressing up to look like a woman again." Julius clicked his tongue, turning away from Constance. Hearing him laugh, he could tell his brother had a wide smile on his face.
"We are simple creatures, Julius. Not all men love and fear God, but they do love protecting beautiful things, especially when they are women." Constance chuckled and rested his hand on his chin, "And those who lie with other men, will still feel the same about me."
"Why have you come? Shouldn't you be hiding away in the Holy Seat, waiting to claim all the credit?" Julius asked and looked back at his brother.
