Nehren overhears the grumbling. "We must remember the Psalms of Saint Nechrubel: number 1, verses 3 and 4," he raises his hands and his voice "Listen to the words in the Nameless Scriptures, Inominatus, of Saint Nechrubel, 'Of those who build mightily, stone by stone, so shall they fall, stone by stone. And the depths of the underworld shall bring forth flying spectres and crawling beasts. In their passing the worm grows fat, the vulture weary.' So sayeth the scripture!" He nods while making the sign of addition, with his left hand, in the air, before his chest.
"We should remember to be thankful for all things brothers. Are we not here in travail together? Let us not forget the many blessings of Saint Basilisk the younger. We have food to sup, water to drink, and a place to lay our heads. Are we not among frineds? Therefore, shall we break our fast and sup whilst there is yet time for such luxury?" he asks as he invites the two to sit upon some logs placed around a fire. He removes a bundle wrapped in cheesecloth containing a dried sausage, aged cheese, a motley apple and a small loaf of traveling bread. "Would you join me? I have enough for the three of us. By the way, what are your names brothers, I am Nehren Riste, a priest, if you will, of the Ordo Occulta, but you may address me as Nehren, for I am also laid low by the whims of fortune."