YoonSoSweet

Incoming more Eir'Dal concept art, though I'm certain no one will see this post.

Some nights, they would talk for hours, from the time the Cathedrals fell silent with sleep, until the sun rose, casting the tiniest bit of light into the dark tombs through the few, small windows near the ceiling. Alaric would often speak of his family, his parents, his multitude of siblings, the small farm where he grew up, just outside of the grand city.  Rafael always listened, always smiled.  He loved to hear the stories, but never spoke of his own family, stating only that he always knew he never wanted to bring a child into the world, and he had always only wanted one thing, to be a priest in the Cathedral.  The paladin never pressed h

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