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[Tay Thormear]

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The Cathedral of Honesty was brightly lit on this morning. A gentle breeze from the sea rushed over the surrounding area. Moonglow soldiers patrolled, quietly, around the Island. The faint sound of construction could be heard, as the orcs continued building their fort on the other side of Verity Island. The Cathedral hadn't been visited by a single person in the last few months. Some had approached the building, even attempted to enter, but the doors had been locked.

Tay sat in silence. He closed the last of the books scattered across the table and gathered them up. He moved gracefully across the room, towards the confession booths. With his free hand, he tugged open the door to one of the booths. Kneeling down, he ran his hand along the floor, until he found the loose stone. Tay placed the books down beside him and lifted the stone. There was a small, empty, area. He carefully hid the books and covered them with a piece of clothe, then replaced the flooring to its original spot.

Tay made his way to the lower part of the Cathedral. In the chest of items his father had left behind for him, he had found the deed to the Temple of Honesty. It was unknown to many, but his father, Beowulf Thormear, had the temple constructed a few years back. Along with the deed came a key, the key in which he used to keep the doors locked from public. A perfect place for his study time in solitude.

The candles hadn't needed lighting this morning, the sun was shining enough to brighten the entire lower level. Tay stood facing the book of Honesty. He thought briefly over his last few months.

He had returned to Umbra after spending months in training. He returned just in time to see the departure of some of its soldier and citizens. At the time, Tay had chosen to stay and serve Matriarch Ceinwyn. He had been overwhelmed with information and events so abruptly. His fascination with Ciara, her discovery's of the Lich Lord, the death of his father, the murdering of his mother and sister at the Lich Lords hand, and the disgusting Vian Skyfire that he had become (what some may call) mortal enemies with. He had tried to quickly collect himself. He moved of all his possessions from the Umbra Inn, to the Cathedral of Honesty. He locked each door to the building, leaving himself with every piece of history written on the past Lich Lords, Darrien Church, and every "Great Leader" in Sosarian history to date.

Tay continued his stare at the book of Honesty. He knelt down in the middle of the floor, and inhaled deeply.

"Father, I have worked vigorously with the resources you had left for me. I've researched everything I could possibly think of to do with any threat I may encounter in Sosaria. My focus has been set on Darrien Church. I think I have come to a conclusion. Guide me now, as I avenge our Thormear Kin. I know, full well, that I have not grown to be the man you had hoped for. I will not pretend to be honest, honorable, nor compassionate. For I am, what I've always been destined to be, an Outcast."

Tay stood from his kneel. Much has happened over the last few months of his solitude. The doors to Moonglows Cathedral have been locked long enough. It was time to move amongst people, once again. He made his way to the doors, unlocking each of them on his way out. Tay placed the key in a small box, along with a short letter to Mayor Yasamin.

He took one last look back at the Cathedral that his adopted father, Beowulf, had constructed for Moonglow. Then departed.