Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

A little small isn’t it, Pharoah? He called with boyish delight, his stance held wide, before he transitioned smoothly into a jog, still cackling to himself at his own bawdy joke.

Perhaps it was unsightly of a priest. But the priest of a brothel could be just as crass as everyone else. He shuddered to think what any of his old peers would think of him now.

Then he buried the thought, because they were either dead in the ground or dead in his mind.