The Great Tnarist Restoration

Two people were sitting across each other, seemingly in their living room, having dinner. It was a young man, probably no older than twenty, along with his mother, a woman who was forty five but looked considerably younger than that. They were wearing lose clothes, trying to cope with the humid summer in Porto Verale.

"Mamma, I read that Drewish was planning on sending some missionaries here."

She chuckled, instantly noticing the silliness of that endeavour. "That'll never happen."

"How come?" He asked, curious about the reason why she was so sure.

"Do you remember how the Fifty Years Massacre came to the east from the southern realms, all those years ago? When that finished, the eastern realms passed strict laws on foreigners spreading religions in our territory. That was incorporated to the whole country once L'Unificazione was finished."

"What, so these missionaries won't even be allowed to come?"

"Just give it a few days and you'll see how they'll be denied entry permits. Heck, you know how our country is when it comes to religion. I would be surprised if this religion of theirs was accepted at all."