Jul 11, 2021 8:06 pm
The rattling of cart wheels over the bumpy lane distracted Belathor's thoughts as he studied his symbol, a simple piece of gold shaped into a rising sun.
"Sorry Father's" shouted Jethro, the farmer carrying Belathor and his mentor, Dominic, to the Harpiye's Nest where they were to meet with the caravan heading toward the coast.
In the back of the cart, the two priests held onto the sides.
"Hopefully the caravan will be a little more comfortable for you," smiled Dominic.
"I hope so," responded Belathor, scratching the hair of his sideburns, "Lambor's Hold is no small distance away and you know I like my comforts. Are you sure you'll manage without me?"
"I'm sure we'll be fine," laughed Dominic.
It was his first trip away from the village since his ordination and Belthor was fearful of the outside world, of the strange people he would meet, the dangers of the road and mostly, the temptations. Lathander would see him through.
Pulling the chain back over his head, he allowed the medallion to rest on his chest, assuring himself to be open to the new experiences that would lie ahead. The delivery of the herbs was important to the village and Belathor wouldn't let anyone down.
The tavern and its bakery came into site and Belathor's sombre mood was dispelled, "Is that muffins I smell?"
"Sorry Father's" shouted Jethro, the farmer carrying Belathor and his mentor, Dominic, to the Harpiye's Nest where they were to meet with the caravan heading toward the coast.
In the back of the cart, the two priests held onto the sides.
"Hopefully the caravan will be a little more comfortable for you," smiled Dominic.
"I hope so," responded Belathor, scratching the hair of his sideburns, "Lambor's Hold is no small distance away and you know I like my comforts. Are you sure you'll manage without me?"
"I'm sure we'll be fine," laughed Dominic.
It was his first trip away from the village since his ordination and Belthor was fearful of the outside world, of the strange people he would meet, the dangers of the road and mostly, the temptations. Lathander would see him through.
Pulling the chain back over his head, he allowed the medallion to rest on his chest, assuring himself to be open to the new experiences that would lie ahead. The delivery of the herbs was important to the village and Belathor wouldn't let anyone down.
The tavern and its bakery came into site and Belathor's sombre mood was dispelled, "Is that muffins I smell?"
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