A long meditation

[Alistair Smith]

Alistair kneels in the Temple of the Triad lost in meditation. His hammer, Kindness, laying on the ground before him. His armor is stored carefully, only coming out for one of his now rare trips to the ground. His hands lay in his lap palms together, the tip of his middle fingers resting on the red cords around his wrists. This is often how he can be found. He has done almost nothing except meditate. Often forgetting to eat or sleep. It isn't uncommon after long periods to find he has fallen asleep kneeling. His once massive frame has gotten thinner from the lack of food. If any of the temple attendants were to say something his answer would be a simple, "Ilmater provides."

As if some kind of internal timer went off his eyes suddenly open. He looks up to the heavens and says, "Is that the path you wish?" his voice barely more than a croak from his long silence. He reaches to his pack and pulls out a water skin and takes a long drink. Afterwards he stoppers the skin and puts it where he got it from then pulls a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil from his pack and begins to write a letter.((look to correspondence for the letter))