<strong>"Ahh, I see. You wish to hear my story."</strong>Sigmund gave pause, disguising hesitation with another swig of the dark brew.<strong>"Ever since the sun was blotted out by the clouds, the presence of the divines has been questioned by the people. 'Do they still watch us?' they ask, 'Have they ever?' The land begins to die, to rot, and furthers the people's fears. Ofcourse, as a practicioner of the arts they bestow, my faith has never waivered. But there is a deeper reasoning. I believe it is the people's doubt that has enabled this veil of darkness, for if the divines truly had turned a blind eye to their kingdom, the walls that protect this town would not be allowed to stand. So I travel, when my situation allows, and right what wrongs I can along the way. The actions that I and others like me may inspire belief again, and empower the people to pierce the veil that threatens to deteriorate everything we have ever accomplished."</strong>