Alastair bowed as he entered the warm Cathedral. A mini palace hidden in the countryside that housed his new assignment, The Grand Priestess. Her face was covered with an elaborate veil and her body was adorned with silk robes and white, gloved hands. He was meant to escort her across the country side to bless the springs and bring the good graces of the gods, just as she did each year in spring.

“My lady..” Alastair says as he kneels down in front of her.