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A sigh of relief escaped from Ren's lips as his shoulders slackened and the grim look in his eyes vanished.  While Ren was also a traveler himself, he never really made it a point to traverse the woodlands or the more secretive parts of Akripola.  Since Devlin seemed to be confident in her knowledge, Ren resigned his worries to the winds.  He nodded with her idea of just going down to the stalls, and while it was still an hour early for the merchants to start unpacking their goods, Ren decided that there was no harm in giving her a tour around the village.  Sure, they would need to watch out for some of the guards, but ultimately, there was little to fear.  However, Ren would need to come back to the temple after the [i]reshud[/i] is finished in order for him to assist in feeding the children.

They could be quite antsy if their food was delayed.

Ren walked towards the door before going down the spiral staircase which led to the main assembly hall of the temple.  In the assembly hall, crimson-colored rugs sit on both sides of a central isle paved with a white cloth.  It ultimately led to a towering statue of the God of Life and the Harvest, Heren.  With his arms outstretched, the god of the harvest was believed to have been merciful when it comes to the crops and to the safety of all who deserved it.

The lad walked to the center before falling down to his knees and bowing to the earth.  After a while, Ren stood up before going over to Devlin once more.  With scarred hands tucked inside the sleeves of his habit, the lad took one last look at Heren before nodding to Devlin to follow him.  The outside of the temple housed a rickety stone fencing with some of its parts falling to rubbles.  A lone tree stands in the middle of the church courtyard with a few stone blocks keeping the loam soil within the tree's boundaries.  The tree itself looked desolate with all its leaves except for one dangling at the top all but withered with no hope of flowering once more.  The legend of the tree goes that when the last leaf falls to the ground, a great evil would fall upon Nadska.

Ren laid a gentle hand on the tree before backing off and sauntering towards the general direction of the stalls.  He purposely took the long way towards the conclave of vendors who were just starting to prepare their goods for the day.  Amidst the chilly breeze of dawn, the lad introduced her to the Town Hall while informing her of the recent case of a bank burglar due to dangle from the gallows for stealing a chest of gold pieces from the town treasury.  However, the chest remains unfound to this day.  Ren shook his head at the denial of the accused thief since there should be no case without evidence.

As they arrived at the town square, the lad took off the hood as he relished in the soothing winds sweeping around them.  Scarred hands ruffled at his hair before combing it back with his fingers for him to get a better view of the merchants of whom he knew some well.  A few guards came about from time to time in their daily patrols, and Ren tried for normal though unnecessary.  However, as the last minutes ticked by, he grinned at Devlin before motioning towards the stalls.  There were still some merchants bickering and even threatening each other over the spots of their goods.  Still, his thunderous companion would have to make due with the limited (albeit highly competed upon) selection since tomorrow would still be the primary marketing day.  A few merchants still vying to earn more opted to open business in order to garner as minimal competition as possible, though at the expense of fewer buyers.

[i]'Well, most of the merchants are ready, but the townsfolk will be coming soon.' [/i] Ren signed to her with a boyish smirk alongside bouts of suppressed chuckles.  [i]'Believe me, the underworld has no fury like a townsfolk hunting for bargains, or a merchant fighting for a spot.'[/i]