in this place.
Lysandi wandered through the Temple of Soileh, clad in a loose fitting golden tunic, as he felt his heart hammer within his chest. He was to be anointed as the new high priest, as selected by Soileh themselves, within the week, and to say he was terrified would be an understatement. This was truly an honor, one he never thought he would accomplish. But more so, he rued the notion that his family would not be there to celebrate the affair. He did not regret staying in Peithos, while they went to Verus, but he did miss them. Suddenly taking pause, Lysandi noticed a stranger in the temple, and frowned. “You look lost, wanderer,” he called, clearing his throat. “Do you require guidance?”











