Barrow Fields Vedrai, vedrai!

Thank you for the thread! Pier will probably be exiting here.

If possible, Pier looked more tired than before. He hunched to the ground as if he could no longer bother fighting against gravity - thirty-two feet per second per second.

Then he appraised the priest, eyes dark and unreadable.

The windswept man was weary but unwavering. A bent figure knelt in the garden of Gethesmane, sweating blood. How many crosses had he had to shoulder?

He walked away, to the coast.