Honeyed Pasture That's it Sir, you're leaving

@Rowan Mayfair

After departing from Asterr, Hiram found himself free from the haze of desire. With the fog lifted from his senses, his sin was realized. He did not love his new acquaintance; not like Vuk, or even Jhala. His actions had been impure, clouded by nothing more than simple lust. He had spent his time preparing a second cleansing, gathering supplies to begin the ritual alone. He returned to the coast and dug his own circle on the top of a cliff without the aid of any other. Running through the same steps of his initial cleaning -- this time, without the seer to guide him -- Hiram prayed for forgiveness and remained in his circle of protection until the morning sun came: bringing with it the purifying light of Raas.

With the state of his soul renewed, the Cardinal began to work his way south, resuming the search for his children. Each step, putting distance between himself and his sin. He walked until his legs were sore and the evening sun touched the horizon. He found himself in a meadow that stretched for miles, much unlike the harsh, rocky ground of the north that he was used to. He slowed, feeling the sharp pang of hunger flare within his breast.