Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 75th day of Fall, Arenfall
The Stone Hall was pitch black, too dark for the light to reach its far corners. Lady Bieroff woke up early to give her prayers to her beloved god. A perfect time to pray to her god without the presence of her maids and attendants. A time where she could be alone and make love with her benevolent deity. She stood naked at the door's opening with a torch in one hand and a dagger in the other.
It had been a while since she visited the horned god's altar. With the death of her son and her brother's plan to take the mines for himself, Lady Bieroff had her hands full. She had been busy grooming her dreadful abode with the jewelries and silk to make it look presentable. She previously stripped off ornaments and decorations after the death of her husband. While at the same time, letting everyone see her mourning over the death of her second-born son.
