“What happened to the church,” Jin asked as he emerged with his shift in his hand, body only half dry. The two that were speaking exchange looks. The younger one bowed and walked away while the older one stood in the hall. “One of our churches was burned to the ground by some of those that pledge loyalty to Brunhilde.”
Jin shook his head in dismay. The war had even come to this. What a detestable time. His hand gripped the corner of the doorframe. “I am sorry this war has torn your country apart. Let me help rebuild it.”
The clergyman raised his hands. “No no. I couldn’t. If you helped us it would be the same as.”
“The same as standing against her. I offer no support to that heir. I have a path that rivals hers,” Jin replied with a steely look. The clergyman gulped but wasn’t about to turn away aid. Jin took the directions from the clergyman and slid the shirt over his shoulders. At the door to the temple, the young priest stood. He held a radiant spear and extended it to the light mage. He then dropped a small bag on the ground. “Your spear and some food. Thank you. it's not much. But we are thankful.”
“It’s perfect,” Jin replied and grabbed the gear before checking the map one last time.