In a room filled with numerous artifacts, paintings, and stone statues sat a man wearing a glamorous golden robe. He was sitting in a chair made out of the finest ores while sipping a glass of wine. This was the head priest of the Temple of the Goddess of Light, Baldur. He was a middle-aged man with an air of absolute authority similar to a king.
As he was enjoying the serenity of the silence within his room filled with priceless treasures two people suddenly burst into his room. The head priest didn't look too surprised by the scene before him, and before the knights could say anything Baldur spoke first.
"So you've lost sight of the hero."
When the two knights heard what the head priest said they started sweating profusely as they quickly knelt with their heads lowered.
"Forgive us!"
