My apologies for the late post!
Rive leans up against the wall, watching the rite with a very slight sneer on his lips. From what the world's shown him, only a man's own strength and that of his friends has any real power to protect. Religion is magic for fools.
As the rite continues, he scans the room, trying to sort out who he might know from elsewhere, as well as trying to divine the purpose of this ritual nonsense.
Streewise: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Insight: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
