The chill in the air began gathering as Vhalar was giving way to the onset of Zi'da. It technically was still harvesting season, with crops coming in from around the island to support the population centers. But soon enough, the necessities of Winter would test their stores, perhaps more sorel than they ever had, with the fishing industry having been decimated by the pirate attacks if not obliterated. Rorom wore his cloak of sea wolf hide, stitched by the master of skins, Mudge Tanner. Beneath that, his usual get up of wools and leathers. In his hand he carried a simple oaken staff. Staves were useful tools, besides being fairly serviceable in an impromtu brawl. Not that Rorom was expecting trouble along the way to Scavloris town or inside the town itself, but it never hurt to be prepared.
He carried it as one would a walking stick, all the way into the Glass Temple. He didn't come for simple worship or spiritual counsel, although there was that aspect to it. Having not paid homage to his service for Chamadarst, and the gifts he received from his patron Immortal. Next to Chamadarst, in Rorom's estimation, was U'frek and Chrien, two very important divinities in his world view, one that required beseeching for guidance, the other placation to avoid disastrous fortunes.
He genuflected as he passed by the chapels set up for each of these deities. Eventually he made his way, however, to the front of the church, and looked around for the high priest. If any attendants were present, he'd ask them, "Is the HIgh Priest in? I need to talk to him about Havardr and the upcomin' Remembrance Trial and U'frek's trial."
Having informed them of his overall purpose, he felt less burdened by it. Even so, he presumed it woud be a big ask to get a priest for the remembrance day in Havadr, or U'frek's Trial even. Most people he'd talked to on the way from Havardr weren't even aware that it'd survived the disaster of the attack. He was here to make sure that Havardr earned its way back onto the map, and earned its way by doing what it always had done in hunting and harvesting the bounty of the sea.
One of the attendants bowed to Rorom formally, and then said, "High Priest Bao Bao will be around shortly. If you'll follow me?"
Rorom followed after them, his staff clicking against the stone floors. Eventually he was led into the High Priest's office, which appeared homier than he'd imagined it'd be. IN the office, he saw the red panda cadouri, that was the HIgh Priest. At first a little surprised to see such a small high priest, Rorom tucked away his prejudgement and saluted the small furred person. "Hello yer... holiness? Yer eminence? Never know what to call holy men such as yerself. But well... I was hoping you'd hear my petition."
If the cadouri allowed him to continue, he'd elaborate. "Havadr was badly done by the pirate attacks. It was almost wiped out. No time to grieve over the fallen, which included many of the strongest citizens like Linca, the people of Havadr might've been forgiven for abandoning their town and charge to fulfill the need for harvests from the sea, which are all important in the winter days."
Rorom took a breath, unaccustomed to speaking at such lengths, "Oram Mednix did good in giving them resources, and when I came they were already rebuilding, which I helped shore up with the manpower of my own crew. I've already commissioned several ships from Port Diablo, to rebuild their fishing fleet." Rorom fingered the Isonomia silver pin that was on the collar of his cloak, absently considering its meaning to him. "They have the necessities set up, but it won't do them no good without the spirit to continue. SO I was here to proposin, that we have a Trial of Remembrance, and have U'frek's Trial overseen by yourself or one of your fellow priests. To do the observances of the Trial of Remembrance, as well as the dedication of the new fleet on U'frek's trial."
"What say yer?"
