"Good day Doric," Brother Vas greeted with a smile despite the dwarf's attitude "Am I right in saying that I've seen your brother Floric at Emperor's Day Mass? Good man, but only seems to come to The First Temple whenever he is 'in need of luck'."

The holy man took the farthest seat he could, resting his arms against the backs of the cart. He was never bothered by cramp caravans like this, rather enjoying the obvious convenience and discomfort over walking. It was a pleasant day for a caravan ride, for the sun shined pristinely in the sky with a cool refreshing gust breezing past his face. Brother Vas removed his hood, revealing a completely shaved head and the outline of rigid scars that escape the bandages. His disfigurement was not to noticeable to warrant disgust, but he preferred keeping the marks of feral darkness hidden away from the sight of good people.