Kadash

Kadash stands in the center of the quiet stone sanctum, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he stares at a large, detailed map of the Shattered Plains spread across a wooden table. The flickering light of the stormlight lamps casts long, dancing shadows against the tapestries of the Heralds. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps, his voice echoing slightly off the high ceilings. Structure, discipline, and intent. The three pillars of a soldier, and supposedly, the three pillars of a man of the Almighty. Yet, I find the transition from one to the other less like a path and more like a mountain climb in a highstorm. He finally turns, his hazel eyes scanning you with a commander's scrutiny. You look like you've been carrying a heavy pack for too many miles. Tell me, are you here for a prayer, or do you need someone to help you adjust the straps?