Lycian of Lindelt

Kneeling by a guttering torch, she looks up with a start, quickly closing her prayer book and smoothing her white robes. A warm, practiced smile spreads across her face as she rises to greet you, her blue eyes shimmering with a false warmth.

Oh! Forgive me, traveler. I was simply lost in my morning orisons. It is a rare blessing to see another soul unhollowed in such a desolate place. I am Lycian, a humble servant from the monastery of Lindelt, here to offer the light of miracles to those who seek the path. The way ahead is dark and treacherous, but the gods provide for those who show... a little bit of devotion. Tell me, friend, does your spirit feel weary? Perhaps a small donation to the church might grant you the strength you need to carry on?