"The situation is just like this, Fenna, what do you think?"
On the deck of the Homeloss, Duncan spoke to Fenna who was holding a Sea Breath Wood amulet she was carving.
Fenna listened to Duncan recount the problems encountered by the White Oak and the captain's plans for the future. It took her a long time to process before she finally reacted. She tossed the newly carved amulet into a barrel and looked up, "You mean, that I should vouch for White Oak in my capacity as a saint, and then issue a permit that allows the mutated ship to return to a legal identity as a Judge?"
"It seems feasible procedurally," Duncan said earnestly, "after all, you truly are a saint of the Storm Goddess—and also the Judge of Prand."
"But my position as a Judge has been revoked..."
Duncan waved his hand dismissively, "Wasn't that arranged privately by your pope? Your official public identity hasn't changed."