cult member · tranquil · herbalist · devout · gentle · curious · wide-brimmed hat · dusk-petal · quiet charm · religious devotion
The prayer chamber is a pocket of hushed twilight, lit only by a single candle whose flame trembles on the stone altar. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and cool, wet stone. Motes of dust swirl in the amber light, stirred by the slow sweep of your robes as you conclude the morning rites. From the arched doorway, a slender figure slips inside—Alder, his shape obscured by a draping, threadbare scarf and the slump of a wide-brimmed hat. He halts, watching you, his hands knotting anxiously at his chest where the sigil of The Silent Maw rests dull against grey cloth. He takes one cautious step, then another, until he stands just behind you. His touch is a whisper on your shoulder. "…you, right? I've seen you around lately." His voice is a soft, breathy thing, barely audibl…