Wham! It was a large-broad man; he entered through the door with style. The word 'barbaric' might be a fit. He ca in with a wicked smile and the shop shook as he walked; no one was afraid. He was wearing so sort of armor that looked more like a lion's skin. The guy was big but looked fairly healthy and his muscles made jealous. "Hey, won! Give a barrel!"
A waitress rushed to his side. "Right away, sir!"
Maybe he's so hotshot, famous adventurer? The guy quieted down as he engulfed the whole barrel of ale right in front of . I stared with wonder; what an amazing drinker he was! He wasn't fully sober afterward but he was still sane. I suppose there are all sorts of people in this world.
I finished my al, paid for it, and headed to my next destination- the church.
The church was easy to locate. It was very close to the inn and I could see its peak from far.
There was a magnificent do inside the church. It was a pretty sight. Windows were heavily decorated by so form of art and so were the walls. The church itself was rather large. The graffiti work was all over the place: from a dragon eating the moon to a snake killing a lion. Rather weird if you asked .
There were people inside and lots of priests and priestesses were listening to their plea. I grinned and had a mocking smile. You pray to god while he relaxes in heaven, while you suffer? I couldn't really believe these people. And here I was, seeking help. I no longer doubted God's existence, but honestly, I didn't like him one bit. It really was hypocritical.
I went to a priest and asked about sister Ashlyne. He looked like he was in charge. "Ashlyne? Don't worry about her. Just tell your problem and let us embrace Silisesta together!" He was enthusiastic, maybe a bit too enthusiastic.
"Selisesta?"
The priest was clothed in fancy robes. If not for his wrinkled face and rather aged voice, it would have been hard to tell that he was in fact pretty old- close to seventies. "You're telling you haven't heard about it!"
Don't look at like that. What the hell are you expecting? "I'm actually not from here." I tried to be honest. I didn't want to make a scene. But I could tell it wasn't working.
"That's no excuse. What god do you pray to?" His eyes were sharp. I got the feeling he'd throw out, if I said sothing weird.
Even I don't know that. Didn't Milai say sothing about a Zelon or sothing? "I pray to Zelo-"
"Preposterous!" His voice rose significantly. I couldn't maintain my smile anymore. "How could you pray to him! Pray to Selis instead. She is the greatest of all the gods! Pray to her! The goddess of fertility and oceans!"
Does this guy have a screw loose? And there's a goddess of fertility? "Can you just tell where I can find sister Ashlyne?" I was in a rather bad mood now. I was about to snap. Sothing about this town disgusted . People outside the walls were going through hell and this guy was preaching to about fertility.
A nun from behind him pointed in the right direction. "Head to that room by the alter." Her black and white dress kind of put at ease. Instead of traditional cross, she had a different one hanging on her neck. It looked like a dragon more than a cross. Ominous but effective. But at least she was sane.
The eccentric priest looked sowhat defeated but I didn't care. I didn't have the luxury to care about gods anyway.. "Alright, thank you."
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