Safrin
'Oh were you now?' A warm wind blossoms through the shrine, appearing from a point near the window and expanding outwards. From there flecks of light dance and shine, eventually coalescing into a stunning gown of darkness and light that fit perfectly around Safrin's body. "Why me?" Safrin wonders, turning her enigmatic gaze in Sah's direction.
"You are a Halovian, and long has it been the tradition of your people to call upon Frey in times of need. Never once me. So why travel all the way to Torchline to see me instead of using the perfectly good shrine in Halo? Why not bend Ludo's ear, or, as one would expect, Frey's?"
"You are a Halovian, and long has it been the tradition of your people to call upon Frey in times of need. Never once me. So why travel all the way to Torchline to see me instead of using the perfectly good shrine in Halo? Why not bend Ludo's ear, or, as one would expect, Frey's?"
