Larksong Grotto Creeping in my soul

Had Hiram not been softened by the grace of Lord and His purifying light -- he would have turned the stranger away at the first sign of disrespect. Her stare struck him so. His eyes narrowed and he stared her down in return, but he did not turn her away. The Daystar brought those who sought a home and purpose to the border. To turn one away would be to deny the will of God.

So, he let her speak.

First, she stumbled over her words and the Cardinal was tempted to tell her to simply get on with it. Instead, he remained silent and waited for her to finish. "Not instinct," he corrected, his hard expression turning soft with a smile. "You have been drawn here, yes -- but it has been the call of the Daystar that you follow." Did she hear Him? Did she know His power? Sure, a wolf needed a pack to survive -- but within the light of Raas, the wolves of the grotto thrived. 

"I am the Cardinal, Hiarm," he introduced. "And you?"