New Friends
Damian oftentimes just let his feet guide him. There was nothing much he could do in the Hamlet, but most of the time the Light guided him to the Abbey. He found himself in the penance hall, though he wasn't there to flagellate. He had his hood down and his eyes were freed from the usual bloody rags that covered them. He sat in prayer, deep in thought. He sat in the penance hall. He wasn't expecting company, but he could hear footsteps approaching him. The footsteps were lighter than anyone he had met so far. So this was a new person to meet? He cocked his head and turned to the source of the noise.









