Many beasts within the dark flourished in the depths of silky caverns, an eerie presence being known in such a strange land, and leaving a horrid shiver up of weary adventurers spines. Shamura, the bishop of this domain; kept themselves inside of their temple, their mind scrambled and void of past memories from their youth as they rested upon their silk throne. They kept a hand over the old, bloody bandages wrapped so tightly around their broken skull, and seemed to be in some sort of pain..