Alistair had sat quietly...Not praying, not listening, just sitting. The silence eased him. Temples and shrines, while he held no specific faith to the gods...to any god really. Alistair believed, for better or worse man forged his own path. Everything they would become was carved from a series of choices.
Even still, one could not deny the solace temples provided. It was the solace Alistair craved. The days since arriving had not been kind...in fact it had been darker than any day he could remember. He found himself missing Northhaven and the ignorance he carried within it.
The sound of another entering caused him to peer through his dark curls. He watched the young woman quietly approach and begin to pray. He couldn't help but feel a bit intrusive, but made no motion to reveal himself. He allowed @Felka her peace and prayer.
"Do they listen?" He asked after a long beat, allowing her time to savor her prayer. "The gods you pray to...do they listen? Or is it a matter of faith. Faith, that your words...that someone out there is listening." His tone was soft, a smoky rasp but easy to listen to, as a man who held no intention to startle.
Even still, one could not deny the solace temples provided. It was the solace Alistair craved. The days since arriving had not been kind...in fact it had been darker than any day he could remember. He found himself missing Northhaven and the ignorance he carried within it.
The sound of another entering caused him to peer through his dark curls. He watched the young woman quietly approach and begin to pray. He couldn't help but feel a bit intrusive, but made no motion to reveal himself. He allowed @Felka her peace and prayer.
"Do they listen?" He asked after a long beat, allowing her time to savor her prayer. "The gods you pray to...do they listen? Or is it a matter of faith. Faith, that your words...that someone out there is listening." His tone was soft, a smoky rasp but easy to listen to, as a man who held no intention to startle.
