<div class="floatright">(http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j266/der_kluge/cyn.jpg)</div><strong>PC:</strong>Jin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><br/>Jin heard the woman's question, and his mind idly wandered as he noted the fireplaces. True, it would be wise to find a modicum of privacy and security as a newcomer to the island--or to seek that security in the arms of one well-entrenched here as a woman. He thought he had noted a lack of them on the island, and they were sure to be those who would take what was perhaps better given. More importantly though, the fireplaces meant that the island got chilly at night to the point where heat was necessary--was it the tropical storms, such as the one that carried them here, that accompanied the chill? Or simply the mood of the winds and waves? Having lived in the mainland for much of his life, he wondered to himself at how strange it was for the heat to swelter during the day, yet require heating at night.<br/><br/>He took note of the state of the town they had just passed through and wondered how the children that would obviously come from a long-term settlement would be educated and raised. Would they be pious, and taught to honor the gods, finding one that chose them? Or would they be godless savages with no idea of what it meant to have that divine connection he himself felt? That there was a temple, and one that invited them already was a good sign, yet he should make sure that they followed the divine as they were meant to, that there were no heretics amidst them that would rather profane the gods than worship them. He resolved to see the temple proper as soon as possible.<br/><br/>Thoughts of divine brought his mind closer to his own lord, Maered. Just as his own god was chained to his throne, so too was he chained to duty--and yet it was his own duty to free others from their misconceptions and illusions, amongst other things. He doubted that he would find many of his faith here--many of his brethren were on the mainland, and he was often disliked by most of those he met, less inspiring and more frightening as he did his most holy duty. Yet hopefully his actions would inspire others to come ask him of his own faith on their own, rather than requiring him to gather a flock. He would lead the people in worship if he could, teach them what it meant to revere something larger than themselves, and find a purpose in their lives, but as a man of action rather than words he would need to<em>do</em>rather than simply talk.<br/><br/>The innkeeper's question roused him from his thoughts. "Maered be praised," he nodded to her, pleasantly surprised at her piety. "I've come to secure the settlement, making sure it stays safe, as well as see that its spiritual guidance is on the right path," he says, his own faith almost glowing from his eyes as he remembers his mission. One might take him for a paladin from his words and demeanor, and would not be far off the path. A hand dips into his belt pouch, miraculously having stayed on his person despite the water and hands over a gold piece. "Two weeks then--and please, place me for a room if possible. Private if possible, as I would like some time to pray, but if not I'll make due with whatever is possible," he nods. "Oh," he remembers after a moment, "the local temple of Akathos, where is it located and by what path do I reach it?" he asks courteously.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Deducting a gold piece from my stash.</div></div>