"Have you comeโ"
Patora Elis Ygwid
crusader of Nilfgaard
servant of the Great Sun
loyal to his God
"โto make a martyr out of me?"
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"Handing out rations, blankets for the unhoused..."
The priest glanced after Gaelin before herding the other towards a far off table. Someone would bring them food.
"Perhaps you'd like to visit the chapel while you recover. But we will not force you to act."
"You're very kind, but we don't plan to put you to work..." The crusader glanced at the much taller man with a smile. "Not just yet."
They were at the food hall now.
"Not unless you wish to. There are other things a man can do to to aid their community to feelโ. Accomplished."
"Mm."
The Redanian's words made him think of his friend. A half-elf who had seen more scorn in life than one ever should.
"I hope you will see that Nilfgaard shares your ideals. Elves are brought in by boat to escape persecution, and if you can work, we will take you in."
I would never think myself worthy enough to be granted such a boon. The royal Empress needs shoulders to lean on, but the White Flame is a strong blaze which burns tall and without need of aid.
"All men deserve the same. That is the will of Nilfgaard. Though... Some of our people disagree."
Patora Elis kept moving forward, his pace slow and languid.
"It is what the White Flame decreed, and his will is that if the Great Sun."
+ He stumbled along Cainum's side as he muttered, "One of the other's took a group of us aside. Told us it was our duty to burn."
To let their wick go out long before it naturally would have. Another would take their place. It was a sacrifice they'd make, to stand in the light.
"Distracting, it's horribly distracting. You'reโ."
Wiping a hand across his sweat drenched face, Elis leaned heavily against his friend. Having his sickness addressed by someone else seemed to completely drain him.
"When I was young, w-when I decided to join the churchโ," +
The priest well knew how cold life could be. He'd nearly died in that cold place, so very long ago.
Resting his hands under his ribs, Patora Elis silently turned from his companion and began walking.
"It may not be the meal of a king but, what we have, we have to share."
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"When you turn away from the Sun, the cold begins to creep in... And that is how you know you've gone astray."
As he explained, the priest gently ran his finger's through Gaelin's hair. Head injuries didn't mix well with humors.
"Come, you're tired and you need to eat."
"A blend of honey and herbs," he laid another strip of fabric over the mix, "Meant to promote healing."
Setting the jar aside, Patora Elis washed the residue from his fingers in a nearby bowl.
"To answer your other question, we close our eyes and let the warmth lead us."
"The Sun is not meant to be looked at directly, young one."
The crusader reappeared, a jar filled with a deep golden substance in his palm. Tipping the Redanian's head backwards, Patora Elis began to dab the sweet smelling substance on the cloth.
"Those who do often go blind."
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"The Sun leads you places you may never expect."
With his free hand, Patora Elis shifted the man's curls before laying a strip of cloth over the injury he'd found there.
"Hold that, I forgot to grab the sealant."