[@WingsOfBronze]

"Ooh.." 
She said with surprise in her tone. She could be felt blinking at the seraphim despite her face being covered. However from below one could see her small lips and acute jawline. "Perhaps you were right to sneak here.. There are not many that come up here beyond prayer." She lifted her clasped hands to her chest as she spoke the words. [i]Prayer..[/i] She thought. 

"Little seraphim.." A small pause as the wind passed with a whistle. "You have a strange way of speaking. Though I do find it quite enjoyable... My name is Luna. I tend to the fires.. and other aesthetics of this place." She looked to the statue of Vrondi again, looking into his face and empty stone eyes. "Do you know the way of prayer?" She spoke without turning her head. [i]This one seems quite young...[/i] She thought. 

"The way we pray to the lord of light, as commanded by his very own mouth. Whatever feeling light gives you must be harnessed and meditated on. Whether joy, clarity, or fear.. whichever way you embrace the light there is no wrong way." Her hands began to glow softly as she held them to her chest. Soon the light escaped from her hands as small particles that lifted like dust into the air. 

"Then ones soul will shine with its own pure light... That is all he asks is for us to find our own light... Do you wish to learn?" As she said this her head turn to look down on her visitor. Her crimson right eye becoming visible beneath the shade of her hood. 

[@Eisenhorn]

Glad he enjoyed the drink the young seraphim woman smiled with satisfaction. Perhaps the sobbing of the drunken soldier went on too long for her and she needed to please a customer or two. She began cleaning some of the cups off as she noticed the dragonkin begin to speak to the man. In a tone that was reconciling and apathetic. Calling her attention to make a few drinks for her coworkers who were serving the other customers around the bar floor. 

"It's not a fucking uptick..." He spoke from emotion. Barely glancing at or registering Ansgar's appearance. "I've never seen so much death.. All of my companions are dead, terribly cursed, or injured beyond repair... Soon I will be too.." He took his last gulp and slammed the glass cup on the table. Cracking the cup between his armored fingers as he did so. This loud snap whirled the bartender around. "Take it from my tab.. I'll be dead by tomorrow.." He dropped a sack of gold and silver coins on the table before the bartender could protest. The amount brightening up her face as she swept it away and placed it on her thin rope belt around her slender waist. "Thaaank you sir!" Either the money or the loud patrons defeaning her sense of apathy. 

"We expect another attack tonight.. another fucking slaughter no doubt.." He finally took the moment to look at the one he spoke to. This time more directly. His lack of a full drink in hand gave him a moment to speak without [i]too much[/i] distraction. "Then there was [i]the one we saw[/i]..." He spoke ominously now. Slower and with a gentle and calm expression taking  over his face rather than a beaten and scared one. Perhaps he resigned to.. "Death.. Their proclaimed god who stood above them all. Merely watching us defend ourselves from his fanatic followers.." He shifted in his seat as if he sat there too long.

"I know necromancers.. I know those who play with death like gods. But this one.. He seemed to be the source of it all.. I don't know what it was. But he seemed beyond any of that.." He almost smiled now. His teary eyes dried as he was able to speak with someone with clarity. "My name is Gaien (Guy-en)... I apologize for my ramblings.." He lifted two fingers to rub his weary eyes. Seeming to recover slowly from his haze of drunken depression to being simply drunk.