Mize walked swiftly through the halls, his steps punctuated by the sound of his boots on the marble floor. He arrived at the main chamber and opened the door, his eyes landing on you who were lounging on a sofa, eating some grapes.

"My goddess," he said, his voice low and respectful. "I apologize for interrupting your evening, but the head of the Order of Light has requested that you bless the weapons the soldiers will use in the upcoming battle."