Aerandir had been walking for days. He had caught a few rides from merchants and travelers who had room on their carts and carriages, but he was still tired, and had been walking for the past four days, stopping only to eat, or to drink. He was tired, of course, but the Sanctuary of the Angels was a place that he would not miss, no matter how many miles lay between them. Recently he had the feeling he was being watched, that tingling feeling in your peripheral vision and the hairs raised on the back of your neck that let you know something is different. He tried not to pay to much attention to the creeping sensation, but found it difficult to ignore, and at got worse as he advanced. He was now close enough to the Sanctuary of the Angels that he could see it, but he didn't know how much longer it would be before some unseen stalkers would let their presence be known and strike him down before he even reached the Holy City.

Suddenly he felt his stomach lurch, and he broke into a run, panicking, and under some sort of unexplained pressure. He ran and ran, as strange shadowy blobs appeared in the corners of his eyes. He had now strung his bow, gripping it tightly in his hands, an arrow sitting firmly on the string, waiting patiently to be shot into an opponent. He was only two hundred miles from the city, and two hundred became one hundred, which became fifty, and soon he was at in the city, calmly returning his bow and arrow to their resting places.

The sense of panic had left him, and he now walked through the streets of the Holy City, taking in the beautiful surroundings. There were people of all different races in the city. Elves, Men, Dwarves, Halflings, Angels and many others also wandered the streets, all going about their separate business, some stopping to chat with eachother. He stopped in amazement as he came to a glorious statue of an archangel, a devout follower of Lothlómendil, standing proudly. Many people crowded the handsome statue, praying to the Goddess of Life. Then the feeling returned, the sense of being watched, and the feeling of despair. He continued his stroll through the city, still with this awkward feeling of terror, and occasionally hearing demonic laughter, ringing throughout his ears.

The Sanctuary of the Angels, Kiesu was only allowed here because the angels were no fools that would judge by appearance, at least most of them were not. They knew Kiesu was a kind soul, and msot of them knew his mother, she was a great angel who often defended the city when it needed her. It was here that she was buried so many years ago. Kiesu would oftenly come and visit her grave, above it stood a white statue of her appearance that never dulled and never wore. Nobody how many years would pass Kiesu would always remember hher death, it was he whoi had killed her when her soul was corrupted by a sorrow that was locked away.

The angel Bath Kol would confort Kiesu whenever he came to visit the grave. Many years ago Bath Kol foresaw the death of Dina Shiinto days before it would happen, and although he regretted staying from Kiesu's youth Kiesu understood thhat the following vision was him learning about his eternal lonliness. If Bath Kol had protected Kiesu from his life of solitude than perhaps the world would be doomed by Jack of Blades.

The two went to the statue of a great archangel, it had been a monument to one of the first great angelic heroes. Kiesu's mother would oftenly tell him stories of the great archangel who had even saved her on occasion, but Dina did not require too much protecting because she would generally stay from combat and find other ways of resolving a situation. It wasn't long before an elf came running into the Sanctuary of Angels, out of breath he seemed worried. Kiesu could not help but investigate. He rushed behind the elf for a moment before speaking up. "Are you all right? You seem worried about something." Kiesu asked with honest concern in his voice. For some reason Morphine picked that time to come arriving around Kiesu with several wisps of light she was playing with. But Kiesu easily ignored them and awaited for the response from the elf.

The half elf strutted like a peacock down the gangplank from the Lucidia, an EETC caravel that had travelled up-river to drop off its trade goods for whatever this city had in return. It had berthed at the city's riverside docks, amid the hustle and bustle that was to be expected of a busy center of civilization.

All in all, Jaz was glad to get off the boat. A creature of the land to begin with, Jaz was never a fan of long ocean voyages to begin with, and the odors of unwashed bodies and bizarre spices mixed with sea-sickness to make the trip all around unpleasant for the mercenary. However, having arrived at thier destination, all was forgiven. Without any pirate attacks, Jaz's services had not been necessary, which meant money for nothing, which was the way Jaz liked it. The boredom had been painful, but a passing thing, especially with a city full of life to explore.

Jaz gawked in amazement at the ranks of white marble statues that lined the well manicured streets while towers of ivory rose up from the central cathedral like magestic teeth. A colossus of a statue at the center of the town dwarfed the rest however, a symbol of the might of the Goddess herself, in the form of one of her archangels.

"Hey, Merc!" The dock master shouted after him.

"Yeah?"

"Where you think you're going?"

"To have a look around," he replied nonchalantly, "Never been here before."

"But we need help unloading the ship!"

"Sorry," Jaz said with a wicked grin, "Not in my contract."

With that, the half-elf slung his bag and headed into town.