A single man can be seen at the alter of Nayru. His red cloak is folded neatly next to him, as he kneels in a silent prayer. Tears stream from his eyes as if he was in some horrendous pain. His grimace tells the same story. The black robes he wears seem so out of place in this place of blue banners dedicated to the Goddess of Wisdom.

Arrika knelt silently beside him, hoping she wouldn't startle the Tempest. She seemed to have a habit of doing that to people, recalling the time she'd made Sakiko drop a vial of ink all over her grey robes one night. Hah, she'd get her hands on that diary eventually.

The expression on Sovelis' face hurt her deeply. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly, feeling that it was a very inadequate thing to say at the moment.