[ sometimes you just have a complex about not helping people, right, rondo.
alfyn remains quiet as rondo prays, staring into the familiar sapphire in such an unfamiliar place. but he knows it's not the sacred flame, no matter how much he prays, hops that their gods can hear them even so far from home, that something can be done. but as heh finishes the prayer, his eyes close, and his palm is pressed to his chest as he bows his head forward in respect.
he may be a child of dohter, but aelfric lights the path for many across all of orsterra. ]
May the Sacred Flame light your path. [ is echoed, before he straightens up again and takes a deep breath. ] Gods.
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alfyn remains quiet as rondo prays, staring into the familiar sapphire in such an unfamiliar place. but he knows it's not the sacred flame, no matter how much he prays, hops that their gods can hear them even so far from home, that something can be done. but as heh finishes the prayer, his eyes close, and his palm is pressed to his chest as he bows his head forward in respect.
he may be a child of dohter, but aelfric lights the path for many across all of orsterra. ]
May the Sacred Flame light your path. [ is echoed, before he straightens up again and takes a deep breath. ] Gods.