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Despite being as far away from home as it gets, Alistair has never felt as much at home as he did now.

At the behest of the Church, the inquisitor had traveled hundreds of miles to make it to this place. The journey at sea took several grueling weeks that had taken a toll on his body. Perhaps in the past, Alistair would've sworn off sea voyages for the rest of his life, but his current self knows better. For the chance to bring retribution upon these demons, he would sail the world if he had to. And yet... the man was thankful to be on dry land once more.

The arid air and blazing sun of the desert was a sharp contrast from the briny wind and thunderous storms of the sea, and even more so from the relatively temperate climes of his homeland. The change in atmosphere was palpable- the very air here in Zion seemed to be charged not only with hope and will to fight but also with God's divine protection. It put the man at ease and reminded him about what he was fighting for.

Perhaps here, among the many other Gifted, he can make a difference.

Alistair gave the guards at the gate a polite nod as he headed on through, intent on making it into the city center and taking stock of his surroundings. There was a dizzying array of recruits, merchants, warriors, and other folks- more than he's used to. The priest took a moment to orient himself, before heading towards one of the many churches that preside within the city's walls. He spent some time in one of the smaller chapels, using it to pray to the Lord and thank him for his blessings. The priests in the chapel, noticing a fellow Brother of the Cloth, offered Alistair a meal. 

He spent time breaking his fast with them, where he took some time to ask several questions about the city and the state of the Abyss. The priests, amicable as they were, gave him directions and told him where he could procure additional supplies. They had even offered Alistair a bed here at their chapel, should he require it. The inquisitor thanked the proprietors of the church for their kindness, before moving back into the city once more.

From there, Alistair used a sizable amount of his expeditionary funds to purchase essentials: a bedroll, a coil of rope, rations, a lantern, several flasks of oil, and a survival knife. He did not know what lay beneath the earth and within the abyss, but he figured that it would be wise to be prepared. The priest would've enjoyed some time to appreciate his surroundings- this was the first bastion of Man, and had much history in its walls, after all. 

But there were other things to do, as evidenced by the voice in the sky.

Taking that as his cue, Brother Alistair thanked the merchants for his service, before departing for the castle. He walked into the center lane with a sureness in his step as he began his jaunt to the castle. Perhaps he'd see this King Baldwin and these Ten Great Generals for himself.