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Having the grotto as a place to call home now and having found others who worshipped his lord's light, Phares felt more at ease. Curious, even, about the territories surrounding his new home. He left the church at first light, following the path Raas' lit for him as he travelled, assured that He would provide a informative adventure for the priest.

The Daystar had reached His pinnacle in the sky as Phares came across a sparse, rocky plain, the grass here thin and barely peeking out through the rugged terrain. He idly weaved around the sharper rocks, inspecting and probing them with gentle touches of his nose.