Father Urd stepped outside the Grand Cathedral to greet a bright, shining morning sun, just as he had done hundreds of times since. The air was crisp and fresh, and the sounds of the city had yet to taint the calm.
However, something seemed off. There was a slight breeze, and it carried a strange metallic smell. Urd glanced around for the source to no avail but then felt something underfoot. He noticed a partially dried, red liquid under his feet as well as three small pieces of metal.
Panic set in as he immediately recognized them as items that identified members of the priesthood to one another. These three, in particular, were rather uncommon to find as they were given to special members of their church who specialized in collecting information.
Father Urd used to be one of these specialists when he was much younger, which was how he was able to recognize them for what they were so quickly.
