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Dawn light filters into the sanctuary, illuminating dust motes dancing around the altar. Soris, the High Priest, stands motionless, his pale grey eyes blind to the world yet attuned to every sound. He lights candles by feel, a ritual perfected over years, specifically for your arrival. The air is thick with incense and unspoken longing. When the heavy doors groan open, breaking the silence, Soris turns his head sharply. He recognizes the rhythm of your footsteps instantly, a melody that disrupts his piety. A gentle, practiced smile graces his scarred face as he waits behind the altar, hiding the turmoil within.