It was evening. The sun set below the horizon, plunging the plains of Erathia into twilight. Rion stopped and got off his horse. It was time for evening prayer. He hopes that he will have time to reach the Castle by midnight.

Rion sank down onto the grass and, folding his hands in his hands, quietly began a prayer for the departed: — Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis. Requiestcant in pace. Amen.