[h3][b][i][center][color=6ecff6]Sundos Solito[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color] Arriving at Salarn – Outside Cross Swords [/b] [b][color=6ecff6]Interacting With:[/color] Militia, Kyra, Ash, the Little One [/b] [/center]

Sundos was tired and hungry.  His journey from the capital to the frontier took him much longer than he expected. He was surprised how many times he was stopped and asked to perform simple rituals and blessings by the common people outside of the city.  He has lost count of the number of gravesites he has consecrated. He has blessed a number of infants and babies.  It seemed to him that many people in the rural areas have not seen a priest of Lathander for a long time.  Many were happy to see him. When he stopped for a night, many of the commoners would come and approach him asking for blessings or prayers. He wondered why the local priests were not doing more to help the people.  

Dusk has fallen, but Sundos knew he was close to a hamlet.  Seeing the militiamen at the gates, Sundos dismounted.  His armor was simple in design, but it was well oiled and cared for.  His white surcoat has become dirty with the weeks of travel. He left his large shield and helmet hanging from the saddle was he led his brown horse towards the gates. [color=6ecff6]”Greetings, Brothers.  May the Glory of Lathander always shine upon you. I am seeking the Hamlet of Salern. Is that close to here?”[/color] 

The militiamen at the gates shifted uncomfortably as the armored warrior approached them from the darkness. They relaxed little when he started speaking. “Ain’t never heard of Salern.  But this is SalArn. Did you come to help fight the orcs?”

Sundos was a little embarrassed he mispronounced the hamlet’s name.  [color=6ecff6]”Yes, Brother. I was sent by the MorningLord Rockmor Brightheart to aide you in your war against the orcs and to assist the people anyway I can.”[/color] He was disappointed to see the blank look from the militiamen at the mention of Brightheart. [color=6ecff6]”Surely you have heard of MorningLord Brightheart.. The High Priest to the King… You have never heard of him? Well, no matter. Can you point me towards the Church of Lathander?”[/color]

The militiaman stood with his hands on his hips, “We ain’t got one of those. We have a Temple of the Yellow Rose. But they don’t look like your type of people. They ain’t DawnGreeters like you. Nah, the nearest DawnGreeter Church is at the Village of Caid, about two days ride that way.” He pointed vaguely off in the distance. 

Sundos shifted uncomfortably, [color=6ecff6]”No Church? But I was told to meet the priest…”[/color] Sundos bit his lip as he looked around unsure of what to do.  The Militiaman’s face soften.  His children were the same age as Sundos. “Look, Son… I mean ‘Brother’, it’s late. Why don’t you head over to the Cross Swords. I’m sure you can rent a room for the night. Then in the morning, you can figure things out.

Sundos was comforted to have a plan at least. He mounted, Honor, his war horse. [color=6ecff6]”Thank you, Brothers. I shall.  Everything always looks better at Dawn.”[/color] Turning back towards the Militiamen, Sundos tells them, [color=6ecff6]”Ware the darkness. But Fear not, Dawn shall be come again soon.”[/color]

Riding towards the Tavern, something caught Sundos’ eye as he passed an alley. He dismounted and slowly walked down the alley.  There was a Dire Wolf and two girls down there!

Trying to speak in a calm voice, so as to not spook the wolf, Sundos said, [color=6ecff6]”Sisters, be not afraid. I can help you. Walk slowly and calmly towards me. I will protect you.”[/color] His empty left hand is out making a calming motion. His right hand holds his mace, held low against his leg. Sundos continues to slowly walk down the alley towards the sisters, ready to throw himself at the wolf if it should attack them.