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A ways from the conflict, Ian and Lythdrae continue their conversation... "The sphere? Well, it just so happens to be a gift of my blood... I'm something you might call a child of Light. As for my role... it seemed you needed a distraction of sorts. I suppose I could also have coughed loudly, but I have a slight flair for the dramatic."
Ian carries a little tune as he leads Lythdrae towards the feasthall, but once they are out of earshot of the priest, he pauses and asks, "So... what just happened?"
Ian doesn't waste much time at the shrine... after all, Trithereon is not one to require long worship. The priest who erected the shrine is himself probably quite smashed up at the feasthall. Thank you for my continued freedom, Grandfather... Tossing a couple of coppers into the coffer, Ian leaves and heads up the hill, seeking Hrothgar. Before he enters, he glances sidelong at the shrine to Pelor, its doors drifting slightly in the wind. Hmm... might as well... Ian decides to check on his new companion and maybe give an offering to Pelor as well, and changes direction. The Sun Father needs all the help he can get around here... |
