"You must be quickly growing accustomed to this duty," said Bashrahip Mustafa Junnal.
Leah Kadashal once again stood in his office chamber inside of the Temple of the Everburning Flame. Once again she had been summoned for the task of Clemency, of being a handler for a claimant thereof. A fair number of her fellow Regulators despised this duty, a fair number outright despised the practice of Clemency altogether, but not Leah in either case. All proceeded according to Regel's divine vision, and thus too did Clemency, thus too her being here now, to once more handle a claimant.
To Mustafa she said, "I take naught but pleasure in fulfilling the inevitable."
Taking her mention of "the inevitable" to mean the common practice that junior Regulators were very often given the duty of handler over senior Regulators, the bashrahip smiled and said, "I am glad that you are unperturbed, and that you do not regard this duty as dismissible or routine."
Leah smiled back. "The Church is the collective voice of Holy Regel. I dare not question it." And then she asked, "What is the name of the claimant?"