[Zebulon Sanctuary] Well Met, Warrior [Tetharion]

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

34th Spring, 511 A.V. A few days had passed since Sama'el had arrived in Riverfall. His duty long since carried out, at least until the Council responded, he had been exploring here and there, sometimes seeking the comfort of his own kind down in the Sanctuary outside the riverfall city. But today he had left Dohaina with Kavala and Riki and the others to make the ascent to Wysar's demesne on his own power. Sama'el had been raised spiritually as a proper Drykas for the first seven years of his life, then mostly ignored the gods for the eight years he was enslaved in Sunberth, only to recover his faith in an explosive instant when a bored rich girl handed him the opportunity to take his freedom in his hands and run with it. He had honored Wysar, but never with particular emphasis. But now he was a man of the Watch, charged with protecting his people through skill at arms, at riding, at the Web, and with all of his being. Now it seemed important to make this pilgrimage while he was in Riverfall, and the first Akalak he had met at the gates to the city had suggested it too. Pausing before the Zebulon Sanctuary, he put his hands on his hips and leaned back at the waist to take in the great structure, surely fit for a god. Duly impressed, he walked up to the great doors to see if pilgrims were allowed entrance.