The Squire, the Bard, and the Scholar (Ceos, Dasthar)

[Ceos]

Although not nearly as grandiose as The Holy Forge, the place was filled with respectful silence and simplicity. No huge statues or sculptures decorating the halls, halls decorated by the Isur's finest artisans over the centuries. Ceos walked slowly, wondering what could be missing. Because something definetly was not there. That's it! No constant hammering echoing in the distance, a reminder of the priest's other duty, creation.

''It's so quiet...'' Suddenly said Ceos, while looking around, searching in vain for a possible source of noise. He then stopped, closed his eyes and joined hands in a short prayer: ''Blessed your Strenght be, inspiring the Faithful and guiding the Patient. May you watch over the path we take, as we forge our way into a brighter future...''. Keeping his hands joined, Ceos opened his eyes and spoke his mind for once:
''I've coped with the Forge's incessant noise for the last decades and now here I am, toured by a young, charming squire I've just met in this haven of peace.''He paused. ''You know, there was a time when my clan travelled the land, spreading Izurdin's faith all over Mizahar...all before the Valterrian of course.He couldn't say more. A deep sorrow had surfaced with those words. While all those tragic events happened before his birth, tales from that dark era were told to him by his father. ''I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that upon you.''

[Jaelyn Baroth]

Jaelyn listened quietly as Lyceos spoke, and bowed her head respectfully as he offered his prayer. When he apologized she smiled softly and shook her head, "You have nothing to apologize about. Much of great value was lost because of the Valterrian. Your family is very strongly devoted to Izurdin?"

She could certainly respect a group that was devoted to their cause, especially if the cause was a good one. While spreading the worship of Izurdin wasn't the noblest of things, it at least was something good and worthwhile.

[Ceos]

''My clan is perhaps the one closest to Izurdin. The Vizerian have priests spread out in all five clans after all. I...can't say the same as to my family.'' It was about time for him to leave, and after that conversation, he wasn't in the mood for a visit at all. ''I am supposed to have a room somewhere in the castle. Do you know where I could claim the deed?''

[Jaelyn Baroth]

"The Housing Authority would have that information," Jaelyn said with a small nod, "Which is located in Dyres district, on the other side of Stormhold. I would be happy to guide you there, if you wish."

Gesturing to the double doors of the Temple she gave another soft smile, "If you would like we could pass by the Ironworks on our way, it would not be far off from the walk to the Housing Authority."

Jaelyn hoped that Lyceos would take her up on her offer. She was curious to learn a bit more of the Isurian people, but it didn't feel right to talk about such things here inside the Temple.

[Dasthar]

Finally tiring of just sitting around in the tavern Dasthar stands and goes to his room where he secures his belongings and takes his money purse hiding it on his person. After leaving his room again he goes and gets his dog who follows him again throughout the area as they start to look for just some random conversation and perhaps some scholarly people to help him learn some more of the local stories and perhaps some legends or more that might help his story-telling prowess.

As his travel through the city progresses he of course stumbles upon the temple. He had never been a very religious man always praying for luck from one god or another and hoping something good comes out of it but never really expecting much. As he walked into the building he listened to the sounds around him barely even hearing anything within this area other than the normal hymnals that the priests sing or chat and the talks of people who whispered to each other as they walked around. If ever there was a place to learn the stories of the land this was it.