A young girl entered the temple quietly, unwilling to disturb the person she knew to be inside. As expected, she found him meditating before the large fire. She stood patiently behind the kneeling figure of a man.
Squinting in the dim candlelight, she saw him turn to her. His hair was crimson in the glow, so bright that she had to squint more because of it.
"Hey. 'Bout time." She mumbled, reaching out her arm, holding a letter. "Better be greatful. I'm not your messenger, firefly."
"Who is it from?" He asked calmly, not looking at the letter.
The girl rolled her blue-grey eyes. "Who else? The Brat, of course."
Still without examining the letter and not needing to, he threw the letter into the fire, "It seems the shepard still wants a new sheep in the flock." He mused.
The girl shrugged. "Whatever. So, are you going?"
"Yes. I'll go to him. But only to set him straight."
