(Originally posted Nov 3, 2010)
Deep in the halls of the Cathedral, the light of the morning barely made itself known. Sitting in his lonely cell, the priest was on the floor, cross-legged with his head bowed. As he slowly, rhythmically breathed, his peace ended with the quiet tapping on the door to his room.
"Come," the priest said quietly, his head remaining bowed.
"Father Corenyn," the paladin greeted quietly as he entered the room and shut the door.
"Brother Faris," the priest returned, finally looking up to the doorway. He looked young, not quiet the years of middle age. Apparently fit, he never seemed to tire in front of the others in the Cathedral. "You bring news?"
"I do, father," Faris began as he moved closer. The...