The Gatekeeper held his peace, to spread the Path Lord’s word he would have to be patient. Patient as the seasons and strong as the mountain, much like the Path Lord himself. He brushed with his broom constantly wherever debris greeted their path and allowed his hands to brush his own ashy beard, and that was when he heard the<em>song</em>.<br/><br/>Who better than a bard to sing of the Path Lord’s praise? He decided he will hold his peace till he has a moment alone with him, and then he’ll advise – nay, he’ll implore – for his services to lead the shepherd’s flock from the astray rivulets. The Gatekeeper – oft known as Darin the Gatekeeper – couldn’t stifle his roar of a laugh.