"Sleep well, Alexa of Kielstadt," said old Cymric, pulling the curtain that separated the only bed in the house from the rest of the room. Although Alexa insisted that she didn't need to sleep in his bed, the old man was insistent, saying that she was a guest of honor.
She lay down, thinking about the long conversation she had had with the strange old man.
~ So he believes that the Tanbury cult is nothing more than an empty cult, fed by priests who know that their beliefs no longer make any sense because the gods of the past no longer hear them… Is it so? ~ Alexander asked.
But Alexa just felt her mind more confused the more she thought about it and remembered her own dreams.
