The Gatekeeper Darin spotted two of the lasses in the back who appeared sheepish amongst company. He rode closer to where they were and whispered. “May the blessings of the Path Lord be upon you, children.” His hand ever busy with the stroking of his beard, whilst the pale blue ardor of his eyes almost seemed to emanate a glare of their own, never leaving them as he beheld them for all they were.<br/><br/>“Do you know of the one true Lord of them all, the Path Lord, absolute sovereign to all those who walk on his path, under his ever watchful eye?” His broom hand ever so dutiful as it swished and brushed all in their path.