Eat something, right. When was the last time he ate? It was yesterday's evening, when he was assigned his first task of traveling among local tribes of various races and converting them. He recalled a loud hall, filled with acolytes like himself, feasting while the Lower Pontiff told them that was the last time they were allowed to feast in their lives. One by one, they had knelt before a statue of one of the Titans, swore a vow, and stood as clerics. Now, where was that pot?

After filling himself, Alexius sat down upon one of the mats, and opened up his holy text. He flipped to where he left off, and began to read. He tried to block out the constant murmuring, focusing instead on the deathly quiet of the temples at night. The room melted away from him, replaced instead by roaring Gods, cryptic prophesies, and old teachings.