Peace

The Cleric wandered distracted.

From the base of the sewers amongst the scalding lava to the midnight beach he had long forgotten the Cleric walked. With Radiant Slayer in his arm just in case a creature that would face him appeared the Cleric managed to ignore those who saw his but he would hardly notice them and exclaim in surprise if one woke him from his revere..

Lost in thought he often looked down at some scraps of paper and added to the jumble of lines already on the page.

It was after a complete tour of the Isle of Kilican that the Cleric thought it was time to take a break. Without thinking he was already in the Milltown temple, of late its walls were of a great comfort to him, it was so much easier to let the adventurer come to him and know where to find him. He enjoyed there company and questions but it would not be long before the wanderlust caught him again, searching Valorn for its secrets.

It was funny the Cleric thought that after so many places and spectacles in the world it was a small shrine in a small town where his peace lay.