I'm looking for salvation

random event The night is still and silent, and the stars peep down upon the leatherworker who comes to pay homage to the Old Gods and their heralds. But there is no answer from the ragged god in the porcelain mask, not tonight. The world is large, as the blanket of stars shows, and the glade remains tranquil and undisturbed. A sweet, warm breeze would ruffle through Rory's hair, enveloping him in the fragrant life that bloomed throughout the Glade. No sickness in the trees. Not here, at least. Not yet.