Priestess Agar sat quietly having a nice cup of warm coffee in the cold guest house of the eastern province's secret shrine watching blankly as the fire crackled and I made multiple shapes according to wind direction. A priestess from this shrine knocked on the door and then let herself in. She was carrying a tray of warm cakes and bread.
" So is he coming to see me ? You people have kept me waiting for the past five hours you know . You are assuming that I have nothing else to be doing , which is rather insulting given that I hold a high position in the church and therefore deserve the dignity that comes with it , " Agar politely aired her discontent.
