nobles district.
At that moment, a man in vestments ventured out of the neighboring estate. He tucked his scripture under his arm and sighed. This visit had been particularly exhausting for the reverend. Faram's light enveloped all, even those with the inability to seek it. And so the light came to the marchioness's invalid son instead of him to it. It was not always an easy task for the harbinger. The damage to the body paled in comparison to the damage wrought upon the soul; the young man's bitterness, even for one like Amos, was a delicate minefield to navigate. In its wake, he found his own reserves drained.
Still, when he caught sight of the approaching bard, he offered a kind, wan smile and bade her, "Good day."