Deep within the depths of the Shadow Keep, within the Prayer Room of the lower levels, Queelign sat, his hands clasped together as he muttered a mess of words to himself. In front of him, the statue of Marika stood, almost as though it were taunting him with the lack of any reply.

The man's prayers were lost in his own thoughts when he heard the door behind him open, his eyes glancing back to look towards the door as a soft huff left him. "...Who's there?"