rondo glances to the side at alfyn when he comes over, his expression shifting across a multitude of emotions - worry, sorrow, something more resigned and prepared, and then he turns back to the fire. squares his shoulders.
... and quietly begins to recite the words of a prayer. he's no cleric, but he knows the right words to say. they're fancy words I don't know because they never write out the prayers, but it ends with aa soft, solemn: ]
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rondo glances to the side at alfyn when he comes over, his expression shifting across a multitude of emotions - worry, sorrow, something more resigned and prepared, and then he turns back to the fire. squares his shoulders.
... and quietly begins to recite the words of a prayer. he's no cleric, but he knows the right words to say. they're fancy words I don't know because they never write out the prayers, but it ends with aa soft, solemn: ]
... And may the Sacred Flame light your path.