For Lucas, Sundays were a day off. A time away from his duties as Guildmaster, and time away from his worries as a High-priest of the Crescent. As far as Lorn was aware, the man did nothing the whole day if he could.
Of course, the responsibilities attached to his position often did not care about whether he wanted to take a break or not. Even the littlest things, Lucas wanted to hear from his guildmembers. And he meant it.
"A bird's skull floating in the air, ragged black cloths fluttering beneath it…" the Guildmaster murmured after hearing Lorn's story.
He was writing everything on a note, though Lorn could see him drawing something as well.
"The city was empty. Everyone was on the walls, either hanging from it or stuck onto it. And this isn't the first dream I had about this."
Lucas looked up. "Tell me about it."
