Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160602184114/@comment-25828117-20160610171224

Father Evan had taken his cart of the busy main road that lead down to the blue palace. A man of the cloth had no business with such worldly rulers, his were the divines and their mysteries.

He went the other direction to Castle Dour, where the temple of the nine was. Nine in Skyrim, Eight anywhere else. Though the Breton wasn't above worshiping the older gods of his race's pantheon. These were however, not divines but rather old spirits that helped guide the divines in subtle ways.

Evantierre arrived in the courtyard of the old castle hoping he'd be able to speak to a fellow clergyman to make arrangements for tonight's accommodation and prayer.