The halls of Bromjunaar were peaceful, as the spring air had finally surrounded the temple. Skyrim’s natural fauna and flora blossomed throughout the outskirts and path to the large building. The sun was beautiful, bright and shinning, the light washing away any sin that was being performed within the temple. Now, however, was the time for peace. No rituals were planned for the day, and the sermon had been done, all was left was to admire the beauty that Alduin bestowed and to root out the non-believers to kill them.
But now, now was the time to be hospital. Deldhin had spotted the traveler— or high ranking soldier it seemed, by their attire—seemingly approaching the temple.
“Welcome,” he spoke, taking a step down from the ledge that he stood upon. “You have missed the sermon, but I believe I can revise the most important pieces.”
A SERMON, was there? Mind recalled the words preached & fell
from Andraste’s lips ( the ONLY person he had the utmost faith in,
along with the MAKER ), a pleasant tone contrasted by the mere
atmosphere that hung around him. SKYRIM, this place was called,
covered with snow & ravaged by blizzards. Well, not all parts of
this land seemed to be plagued by snow storms, but the northeastern
area seemed to be. An incline of the head ( habit developed from the
centuries he tread ‘pon ground & sea ) to show acknowledgement:
closed fist clasped over heart. Not too fast nor too slow.
❝-- ‘Tis a shame, then, that I came late
to the sermon. I would love to hear the most
important pieces, if you will.❞
SOFT SMILE curled his lips, amiability concealing ulterior
motive: to learn about the land, & ultimately figure out the
uneasiness that made his shoulders a little TOO tense.
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