Another chime of the bell rang throughout the Grand Chapel, echoing throughout the halls and reverberating deeply straight through one's core. The group of newly arriving priestesses doubled their pace, shuffling off to complete their duties before the final curfew bell rang. The sounds of armor clattered as the guard marched down the pristine hallways, clad in fully white armor. Not a single patch of skin was visible; the knights were covered from head to toe in white, as clean and well maintained as the Chapel itself. A single knight stopped in front of Bram as the rest of the group marched on.<br/><br/>He lifted his visor to reveal a set of piercing blue eyes. Bram was tall, but the knight seemed to look down even upon him. His frame was wide and powerful, built from a lifetime of training and combat.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, traveler."</strong>The guard replied, able to tell Bram apart from the rest despite him looking the part. It was the way one carried oneself that made the difference.<br/><br/><strong>"You wish to deal with the bandits?"</strong>He looked over Bram, seemingly judging his ability.<strong>"Yes, you've got a warrior's aura about you. The Devils are a notorious gang of bandits that some have even called legendary. Fools, in my opinion. They are an undisciplined bunch who live to fulfill their own pleasures, taking and doing whatever they please."</strong><br/><br/>He paused, as if thinking about his own experiences.<br/><br/><strong>"You would be doing the entire area a favor, if you were to remove them. The guard and the Temple Guardian are both very busy- we simply don't have the manpower to do so." </strong>He emphasized the word manpower, skirting carefully around the topic of whether or not they were even able to.<br/><br/><strong>"The bill was posted by the order of the Bishop herself. If all you seek is confirmation, we will send a scout to the bandit's camp once you've cleared them out. Seriel has also offered a personal audience as thanks for any who complete the task, for doing the Temple a great favor."</strong><br/><br/>The guard's eyes seemed to light up just a bit at his mention of Seriel, like a man speaking about a holy goddess, or someone divine beyond mortal comprehension.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, the Temple won't be able to offer you assistance in any way. If you believe yourself able, then I wish you best of luck."</strong>