WetHawk
One Thousand Club
Arissa nods in understanding at Van Richten’s refusal of breakfast. “It is very kind of you to offer to help Perian with her new duties.” She then frowns thinking of the town’s mass gathering at the church. Has something new happened? Bernard would be there, ja?
Unable to shake her feelings of apprehension, Arissa resolves to go see what was going on herself. She smiled apologetically to Van Richten. “I must apologize once more, it seems that hosting is not a skill that I am well versed in. If something this important is happening, however, I believe that it would be best for someone to be there for it. I trust Perian will prove to be far more enjoyable company anyways, ja?”
Arissa curtsies again to Van Richten before returning to her room to collect her flute, fixing it to her side just in case. She glanced again at the sword as she left, but then shook her head. I am certain everything is fine... Nonetheless, she quickly walks across the surprisingly barren town as she approached the church, from within which she could hear voices but not make out who it was or what they were saying.
Arissa carefully opened the closed doors, relieved when she saw that it was merely a sermon. She was about to leave when she saw that Bernard was presiding over it, and after a moment of hesitation, stepped in and found a seat in the back, ignoring the glances she got as she walked in.
She smiled as she listened to Bernard’s talk, trying not to call attention to herself so as to not distract him. I pray that Bernard considers me a companion on his quest as well. Durendal is a fine steed, but no replacement for a real person, ja? Or perhaps he still thinks of me as a horse. Arissa quietly giggled, probably drawing more stares, but not minding them in the slightest. As Bernard went on to talk about his new, more altruistic and accepting plans for the church, Arissa nodded in approval. The church should not turn a blind eye to those who are the least fortunate, ja? Jeremiah seemed content to care for his flock when it suited him, but ignored the plights if all others. It warms my heart to here that Bernard sees the mistakes of the old church.
After Bernard concluded his service, Arissa waited a few minutes to allow the townspeople to filter out before approaching Bernard, beaming at him. “Greetings, Vader.” She looks at Bernard’s old, ill-fitting robes and giggles, smiling teasingly at him. “Could the church not provide robes for it’s new head? I half expect to see your knee caps when you walk.” She then looks at him with sincerity in her eyes. “I rather enjoyed your service, Bernard. You seem to be a born speaker, ja?”
Unable to shake her feelings of apprehension, Arissa resolves to go see what was going on herself. She smiled apologetically to Van Richten. “I must apologize once more, it seems that hosting is not a skill that I am well versed in. If something this important is happening, however, I believe that it would be best for someone to be there for it. I trust Perian will prove to be far more enjoyable company anyways, ja?”
Arissa curtsies again to Van Richten before returning to her room to collect her flute, fixing it to her side just in case. She glanced again at the sword as she left, but then shook her head. I am certain everything is fine... Nonetheless, she quickly walks across the surprisingly barren town as she approached the church, from within which she could hear voices but not make out who it was or what they were saying.
Arissa carefully opened the closed doors, relieved when she saw that it was merely a sermon. She was about to leave when she saw that Bernard was presiding over it, and after a moment of hesitation, stepped in and found a seat in the back, ignoring the glances she got as she walked in.
She smiled as she listened to Bernard’s talk, trying not to call attention to herself so as to not distract him. I pray that Bernard considers me a companion on his quest as well. Durendal is a fine steed, but no replacement for a real person, ja? Or perhaps he still thinks of me as a horse. Arissa quietly giggled, probably drawing more stares, but not minding them in the slightest. As Bernard went on to talk about his new, more altruistic and accepting plans for the church, Arissa nodded in approval. The church should not turn a blind eye to those who are the least fortunate, ja? Jeremiah seemed content to care for his flock when it suited him, but ignored the plights if all others. It warms my heart to here that Bernard sees the mistakes of the old church.
After Bernard concluded his service, Arissa waited a few minutes to allow the townspeople to filter out before approaching Bernard, beaming at him. “Greetings, Vader.” She looks at Bernard’s old, ill-fitting robes and giggles, smiling teasingly at him. “Could the church not provide robes for it’s new head? I half expect to see your knee caps when you walk.” She then looks at him with sincerity in her eyes. “I rather enjoyed your service, Bernard. You seem to be a born speaker, ja?”