<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Minutes passed as Conahoy was stuck with no rest, seeming to feel that his body is fully rested and wondering if maybe it's both as punishment and gift to be left for him to be tortured with. "Alright, apparently I'm not meant to be sleeping whilst work can be done," he says to himself and walks down the pathway, his feet seeming to almost float along the ground as he looks around, the stave in hand while he makes his way down the path. Under his robes glows the time piece with the crooked shadow, which is going at twice the speed it normally would, though his gaze is set on the road more than where he was glowing.<br/>
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What seemed like an hours worth of walking was in fact almost a day's worth, with Ceej finding himself at the gates of the capitol before he checks through the back of his prayer book, finding his notes for the estimated travel to the capitol. "Huh, thought it would be longer..." he says to himself before walking up to the gates, feeling his feet down on the ground now and waving lightly to the gaurds before walking by, one of them laughing at him for some strange reason though then again priests aren't normally seen traveling on their own, especially since he is rather young. <i>Imbicile...</i> he thinks to himself whilst heading into the town, looking around and then remembering the dream, heading to the area near where he saw all of the threads together and wondering if maybe he was meant to go there.</span>