Duty
Atop Laanx's Scar
"What is it you want from me?" Xeonart spat out, staring down the ynnwn covered in black robes.
The ynnwn spoke with the same familiar voice, "For you to do your duty to your goddess. I have a message for you, one that I will spread to others like yourself."
Xeonart raised a brow, "And what is that?"
A few days later, within the tavern
Saggi speaks, clearly unsettled, "It could have just been some strange coincidence but...In the past priests have always deciphered the strange as messages from the Gods. I'm not sure if this truly is a message. I'm not sure if I want it to be."
Rulek stands, curious but silent while Aiwendil replies, concern on her face "So I guess you didn't like what the...message told you. Or how you understood it"
Saggi takes a sip from his mug "You see, I was praying to Laanx, asking on whether there was a chance I could restore faith and how it would bee done. I went to the well to drop something inside, a sacrifice in hopes of finding an answer. And in return I smelled something foul from the well. It smelled of death."
Rulek looks worried. "What do you think it means...?"