Sigmund bowed his head in thanks to Morglum before clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The horse he rode atop responded and allowed itself to be led behind the church. As Sigmund was about to leave the beast, it whinnied at him, stopping him in his tracks. "I apologize Anelia, my manners seem to have left me." A bag of feed for a hard days work seemed like a fair trade to Sigmund. He took a moment to glance at Surefoot. The wiry horse struck a chord of guilt in him but Sigmund only turned away, massaging his temple. "This famine will consume all if the light is not returned to this world somehow." He observed the dinner line, nobody looking too particularly sick or injured, save for maybe a lack of proper nourishment. -Atleast the people have not lost their faith.- He thought, as he approached the temple.