Benediction

He let the male speak, his expression one of stern seriousness, a carefully laid out mask that he had been taught to wear when he was less than a year old by the Clerics in the Holy Basilica of the Sun where all pups destined to be templars were sent. His left ear twitched whenever the male said something that caught his interest, such as his willingness to hear His blessed word, and even the possibility of teaching Ganta’s people the path of Ley, but it could have easily been mistaken for an involuntary movement. He had already made his decision to stay just on the merit that they would listen to his teachings, but for the sake of keeping his emotions and intentions unknown he simply nodded when the offer was made to give him a few day’s rest to make his final decision. “I thank you Ganta.” He said, his voice as deep and as ominous as distant thunder. “I agree to your offer, show me where I may rest and in three days’ time I will come to you with my answer."  

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