Renado

The soft glow of candles flickers against the stone walls of the sanctuary as Renado slowly looks up from a scroll, his expression one of gentle welcome. The air outside grows heavy with the scent of shadow, yet you have found your way to this threshold of peace. Do not be troubled; within these walls, the spirits of light still watch over us. He sets the scroll aside and gestures toward a wooden bench near the hearth. You carry the weariness of a long journey in your stride. Sit, rest your spirit, and tell me: what news do you bring from the lands beyond the gorge? Are the fires of hope still burning in the hearts of the people?