"Paron?," Brother Vas asked with a smile. "I hear that it is a beautiful time of year there. I know of a few kind inns and taverns if a meeting place has not been made. Word of mouth only, but I trust those who share recommendations to a holy man."

From what he knew Paron was not as glorious as the capital city, but a smaller community meant to prepare travels heading towards Mount Daymon and onwards. Streets of dirt and stone, small shelters of wood, and rustic people accustomed to a different form of life. Brother Vas wouldn't mind learning of there lives, a much different conversation then those of serfs or lords.

"This servent of The New Order is honored to help in these darkened times. If these beasts dare hunt and kill in shadows, then I will be there to shine a cleaning light. It is my purpose, as the gods command."