[@WingsOfBronze]
The breeze from the outside air was stifled within the leaves that surrounded the open area. At least 25 meters across, well lit with beams of sunlight that shined through the vegetation, and empty. The roof of the building was surprisingly spacious yet empty given its size. Save for the small seraphim observing the calm face of the king of this land.. And a cloaked figure, unmoving as it knelt to a statue. This figure was thin underneath the clean cloak. Its wrists and hands were visible as they were raised to the flame of a statue. 

The fire began to grow brighter as the praying hands of the person edged closer.[I] "May the light guide our path.."[/I] The hood was not able to hide the gentle feminine voice of the woman. Her fair pale skin almost glowed when the sun hit it. She turned to the light to make her way toward the next statue. This one was next to Vrondi's and in front of the Seraphim.

 She walked with a calm almost ghostly grace. With her hands gently clasped together she bowed when coming before the little angel. She looked up at the statue, a few strands of her long white hairs falling out of the hood and flowing in the breeze as she did so.[I]"He is truly a sight.. Even in stone his presence is felt by all who know his light..."[/I] She turned her head to the angelic statue next to king Vrondi's and clasped her hands together. The fire soon began to grow within the angels hands, which it held in both palms facing upward like a juggling act. After doing this she clasped her hands together and turned her head slightly toward the Seraphim. [I]"Are you here to pray to the lord of light in this world?"[/I]

[@Eisenhorn]
"Here you go!" 
A elegant and fair seraphim woman slid a brew across the table a foot across to dragonkin. His presence being one of the more rugged and intimidating of the three who sat at the bar. One was a simple Sol man, what appeared to be a trader with his fine clothes and gentle hands. The other was a simple drunk. His hair was a mess and his sad green eyes looked into the puddle of melted ice on the bar table. He seemed like a Sol as well, however with brown hair he seemed diluted.

 The bar tender was a fair seraphim woman though, with long hair like fire and golden eyes. Her clothes were a white tunic which didn't cover herself from her lack of undergarments by a whole lot. The drink that rocked itself back and forth when arriving to Ansgar grew small suds on the top of it. With no ice and a orange hue at the bottom and red at the top. "Hope you like it! It's called Dragon's blood!" She exclaimed with a engaged stare and smile. Whether she found his appearance interesting or awaited a reaction to the mix was up to ponder. As the mixture was a strong mix of dark liquor and wine. Also a single drop of dragon blood.   

 [b]"It's coming.. It's coming for us all but nobody knows it yet.."[/b] Muttered the drunkard. His slurred words growing more clear with each utterance. [b]"I've seen it... Oh heavens I've seen the damn...!"[/b] He choked and forced down a drink in the process. A tear streaming down his cheek. It was apparent now this rambling drunk who reeked of booze was a soldier. His gauntlets and boots, branded with the seal of Vrondi, was proof of this.  He let out a deep beaten sigh as the drink went down. [b]"A darkness is coming..."[/b] He spoke looking into his drink. The trader scoffed, finished his drink and went for the door. The rest of the patrons did not over hear the strange words over their own merry times. The seraphim bartender only looked worried. 

"I think you've had enough sir.."