[h3][b][i][center][color=6ecff6]Sundos Solito[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=6ecff6]Location:[/color] Salarn, Exterior [/b] 

[b][color=6ecff6]Interacting With: [/color]Everybody[/b] [/center]

Sundos had strapped his backpack to the outside of the wagon. Then he hurried over the stables. He paid the young stable hands and made sure all of his gear was still accounted for.  A few minutes later he came riding out on his brown warhorse, Honor. 

He looked over the new company. Most of the men and some of the women were veterans. Sundos has fought in some minor skirmishes before. But this was his first time traveling into hostile land without paladins and men-of-arms of the Church going with him. He was a little surprised, but he felt as if none of the company reverenced Lathander. He assumed everybody within the Kingdom worshipped the MorningLord. It was the national religion. But the farther he got from the capital city, the less people seemed to follow his god. He alone was to bring Light to the dark land.  He knew his duty.  

He spied the young healer.  He had heard much of her in this short stay at the inn. He dismounted and lead Honor by the reins, approaching Persephone, Sundos said, [color=6ecff6]“May the Glory of Lathander shine upon you, Sister. I have heard many talk of your healing touch. I have spoken to militia men who have been injured. They all talk of you and what you’re done for them. You truly do great work to bless the lives of others.”[/color]