The Canyon
Siward had smiled and nodded at Barnabas’ assessment of the weather and what it could mean in terms of St. Ras’ blessings. The acolyte had to agree that it seemed a good portent, a small confirmation that they were following the correct path. When they reached the canyon wall, he remained silent, having little knowledge of such things. Trusting in the assessments of his fellow adventurers, he readied himself and fell in step behind Teodore as he led the way into the gatehouse.
As he walked, he greeted the newcomer. ”Well met, Valerian. I am Siward, an acolyte of St. Ras. And I am thankful to have one with knowledge such as yours among us.”
Returning his attention to the dark structure ahead, he took a breath and muttered a quiet prayer, his hand resting on the handle of his war hammer.