<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/_data/i/upload/2020/04/29/20200429185005-5de5f633-me.jpg)</div><br/>This was the day Vasily had been waiting for. He'd arrived in Sandpoint nearly a year ago, having heard about the construction of the Shrine devoted to the Six, and his own faith had wanted some insight on the construction and perception of such a joint venture among a wide range of faiths, coming together to provide one structure for them all to use. Naturally when he'd arrived in Sandpoint, he'd also discovered that the area harbored many ruins and enough rumors and lore about historical items and magic, that it made his stay much more enjoyable. He'd spent plenty of time roaming the local area, and had hired out as a healer and chirurgeon for local caravans and the local Sheriff, so he was a well known commodity at this point in time. His faith, that of Alseta, was not widely known, and he would explain it politely to any who asked.<br/><br/>He was enjoying the festivities, sampling local foods and drinks, especially the drinks, and taking in the sights.<br/><br/>Vasily was sociable, and liked to mingle, and did so with anyone and everyone.