Sam was a young man, human and a pilgrim, adorned in a dark faded blue cloak, and leather garments with a rugged sheath across his shoulders, a short worn blade within it. He had marched for weeks to get to Aeosa, as part of his pilgrimage. He was no fanatic but part of his journey insisted he get to the Cathedral in the city and be blessed by the Goddess of light. It was a suicide plan but he hoped the Goddess smiled upon him.<br/>His scruffy hair and worn face covered in stubble echoed the length and struggle of his journey but now as he entered the city a next great step on his pilgrimage would be complete.<br/>For a while now he'd been walking behind a donkey cart headed to the cathedral, the hood of his cloak concealing him and keeping him warm as he pushed his tired body onward. The young woman in the back of the cart caught his attention though, she seemed odd and out of place, though he could not say why. Still, he continued, desperate to reach the Cathedral.