Barrow Fields Vedrai, vedrai!

the words struck him as a kinder way of the wayward souls of these lands.

so often the faces he met knew not the greatness that awaited them, the knowledge and power that could be bestowed upon them with the Lord's word.

he did what he always did — started soft, a friendly man with a helping hand.

and why do you find it not blessed? we are alive with another day made for us, no?