Voltruist woke up to the new evening, moving to get dressed. He put on his prieestly robes and then grabs his veil. He put it on and then undoes the blindfold he wore when sleeping. Once he was dressed, he head out of his room and down the hall. Giving those he passed a nod of greet, he headed to the sanctuary. There he would move to light the candles about it, while doing such a male walks in. Voltruist glance to the new comer, he had to double take. Seeing the silver hair had the priest thinking it was … Continue reading A Visitor in Mourning