In sharp contrast to the beauty of both the warrior maiden and her elemental companion, even after the long miles they've traveled, the only thing about the man at the side of the road that was breath-taking was the brutality of what had happened to him. His hair was matted with blood, his pulse weak, his breaths shallow, clinging to life by a fraying thread. Had even an hour longer passed, Yume might not have been examining a patient, but a corpse.<br/><br/>His traveling companion, Sakura found, was less fortunate. Any tracks the bandits might have left were not left off the road, it seems, but on it - at least for a ways - and were worn away hours ago by the traffic of passers by. Worse, even if they had a chance of following the now-cold trail, Yume is no longer so swift as she once was before her growth spurt.<br/><br/>Trotting, unhurried hoof beats reached Yume's ears, and if the girl looked up, she might catch a glimpse of yet another crossing to the other side of the road. This time, it is a priest, and by his robes and the symbols on them, he is no monk of the Immaculate Order, but a priest of the Cult of the Illuminated - a priest of the Unconquered Sun.