Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20180323143848/@comment-24852191-20180408073953


 * Soon, a priest come running out to meet them.

Priest: Lord Saithis! Lord Saithis!


 * Saithis looks at the discomforted man.

Saithis: Yes, father? What is it?

Priest: It’s the remains of Prince Vladimir. They’re gone.

Saithis: Gone?

Priest: Yes, no trace.


 * Saithis ponders, but soon looks to his wife and sighs as he looks down.

Saithis: Father, I wish I knew, but I can’t. We are riding for Rome right now.


 * The priest looks down slightly.

Priest: Ah, yes. Of course. Go, my child. Live a file and well life in the name of the Father and May your travels be safe.


 * Siathis reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small purse. He hands it to the priest.

Saithis: Gold, for the troubles ahead. And, so that God’s will will endure in these lands.


 * The priest humbly accepts the purse and Saithis rides the great white steed Vlad has left him and the two rise off north.