[i]Then. 

Nothing.[/i]

The solidarity of silence was far reaching. The void of voices meant...

[i]Freedom.[/i]

Laughter suddenly jetted from the younger elder, pervading the storage room housing the two old men, as wrinkles of ineffable joy seismically creased upon the druid's countenance. The liberated Torus giggled with glee, standing promptly vertical to match mouth with Falconmoon's sacred medallion, shedding the stagnant knees of confession, stained with the blood and sweat of a defiled war. A multitude of kisses overwhelmed the cleric's hand and his symbol, eventually succumbing to the need to breathe and express his gratitude.   

[color=00aeef][i]"It is meet and right to sing, praise and worship you, Chauntea, for not condemning but deeming me worthy to partake of healing, of spirit and flesh. The receipt of your divine graces, Father, has repelled the adversary, illumined my heart, and granted peace to my powerless days. Now with a faith unashamed, a love unfeigned, and the promise of wisdom, I pledge to pursue the knowledge and practice of holiness, so as to finally pass from this plane in hopes of attaining that everlasting rest, where the tongues of friends, family and festival are unceasing, alongside the gladness and goodness of the Gods, once we, at last, enter their courts."
[/i][/color]

The pirate slowly became mute, allowing the banishment of the bard to take hold. No condolences entered his uncrowded mind, for the witch, who sought manipulation at every beguiling turn, was seemingly dead. Xaron's borrowed temple had now become her tomb. Then, a tabernacle of tears bellowed a waterfall of expired release.

[color=00aeef]“She was insane, blinded by rage and vengeance for her mother's death.”[/color] The crooked nose sniffed haphazardly. [color=00aeef][i]“All to hunt and destroy any citizenry involved in her demise and betrayal. The last few decades were utter pandemonium as we exhaustively roamed the Sword Coast, in search of an elf by the name of Nox, a supposed Harper rumored to be her father. An elusive hunt that claimed both of our souls.”[/i][/color] Wiping his eyes, Torus inadvertently snorted once more. [color=00aeef]“Until this very moment. We no longer should waste moonlight and join the others, as this night of terror has not yet ended.” [/color]

Scurrying to the exit, past the priest, he halted mid-stride, about-faced, and whispered.

[i][color=662d91][b]“Thank you.”[/b] [/color][/i]