Reverend Senator Dooley Azizid, Bishop of the Roman Far East (Blue Demes):
"ENOUGH!"
That was the voice with the loud clarity of one who has to yell to others travelling with him in windswept planes. This was a voice the soft-spoken Mongol only used for his horse, or for Bubba's old ride, Mister Humpy. Bishop Dooley was particularly incensced at the petty jab Scipion had made with that last comment. His body ached severely as he threw his old frame up to the standing position. He returned to his normal voice as he shook severely trying to stand without prepping his body to be hoisted onto two feet. He found his balance and began.
"Scion, do you not know why these men are masked? There is a great plague spreading through the known and unknown world, and you castize them for taking cautions?! -and me, you criticize me for my dress? I you haven't gone to a church in a while, have you? You act like it. I'm a Bishop of the True Faith and these are my VESTMENTS. I will NOT dishonor myself in these halls by stripping off the clothes that represent my servitude to God and His Bride just because some racist is mad that the holy Imperior can see beyond slanted eyes! Maybe you should consider the fact that I'm in here that I am not a threat?!"
The bishop sat down before his knees gave out from under him. That was a very painful experience for his back and arms.
"The idea that the Church would experience pain under a Chang levied on them is ludicrous, and more ludicrous still is that a man would enter these chambers in disguise without being searched! What sort of Tenger-darned heathen of an assassin would come in dressed like one? Even the Lords of the Sky, those assassins who have tried to kill me and my family since before I could ride, aren't arrogant enough to do that!
No, I do not support undressing these people to satisfy your paranoia! If there is a traitor among us, I trust that God will provide, if He is so willing!"