Noon, 8th of Winter, 511av.
Please ReadThis thread is open to anyone Kamali decides, it's purpose is to ensure Kamalia is trusting enough with the group to travel on a ship with them to Alvadas. With that in mind- hopefully this will be shorter then a mile long
Antar had smiled at the knight he had just met, rolling up the paper with the written word to guarantee the sparring match was set in stone as 'legitimate' as a training exercise. Andresciel seemed a nice enough sort... for a knight, Otherwise, Noth was sure he would have gotten into a quandary with the others if he was ever found out. At least now he would be given the good graces to walk into the temple of the all gods to begin his prayers.
He started by gazing at the wonders of the architecture within the temple, the long rows of pews, and the high arched ceiling of stone. It was said to be a place any gods were worshipped, and such religious tolerance was... different in many a places on the continent. He supposed that many others of any race which was present throughout the whole of Mizahar might come here at any point in time, so he kept his eyes out for anything peculiar which caught his eyes.
Flashes of blue skin were present within the throngs of the noon worshipers. A clear sign an Akalak or two maybe? But overall, the place was quite and orderly, with people taking a circular walk around the sides of the church, looking at the views and the setup of many side altars around the main area. They weren't devoted or engraved to any one god, or goddess, merely clean and elegantly adorned with colored candles as the haze of multicolored glass leant a peaceful aura to the place. It would be good to find a place to meditate here and make his devotions, his devotions to akajia, a prayer to laviku for safe passage, to syna, and moreover to simply sit and ponder the passage of time, which he had been told was Tanroa's realm.
Spying a flash of white hair amidst the crowd, the rogue's thoughts were momentarily distracted as he turned to see a new entrant into the temple. A konti woman to be exact. The black robed man wondered how their race faired here in the city of Syliras, and he could not help that his eyes and hers met for a moment. Curious, he didn't look away like many others would, merely nodding politely before making his way to a pew to sit.