@casimirnoctis location: passing through the Silverlands notes: uwu
There was room for the Light wherever Nikandros went. Returning from his expedition with Eivor had brought with it a new perspective, one that he looked forward to spreading with the good faith that Nikandros peddled with every breath. What might as well have been a world away, Aventia had fallen, but its losses rippled all the way to the Silverlands where those seeking safe harbor had crowded within the borders here and in Eterna.
A prayer passed from his lips as he looked down at the cracked lip expression of an orphan that the blight had taken refuge within. A pragmatic approach would be to sever the limb completely before it festered. Pity. Though it was none of the Inquisitor's concern.
"I missed you in Aventia," Nikandros commented, unsurprised that the dhampir had opted to remain out of harm's way. He looked around at the hopeless and the hapless, some had turned to faith - naturally - while many were just grateful to be alive. "not that it would've made a difference."