Story - The Friar
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The robed figure kneeling before the altar remained perfectly still, seemingly frozen in a tableau of quiet dedication. The chill of the dawn seeped into his bones and his knees ached from the vigil, yet Alisdair remained focused on his meditations. The beautiful Vetusta Abbey was as silent as the graveyard outside the small vestibule door, and this suited the young Friar well. He absorbed the silence, soaked up the tangible peace. The long vigil was not required before a training session, and Alisdair was not truly ascetic by nature, but he found it necessary to settle his soul. To reconcile the conflicts before learning more in the art of war.You can find the rest of the thread here.
