A warrior clad in black and cloaked in blue departs the east gate of the Caravan City, slowly plodding his way toward a small shrine located just outside the furthest outskirts on the road toward the Hullack. An eastern blade sheathed and slung over one shoulder, all is silent as he approaches the statue to the Rider of the Winds. Dipping his head, the warrior slides his blade off his shoulder and sets it to the ground before slowly falling to his knees. Pressing his palms to the ground, he bows his head in reverence and offers up a silent prayer.
'I have walked far to reach this far, and I will walk much further before I reach the destination I feel. Rider of the Winds, I ask naught of you but a small thing. Please watch over my and mine's travels and the road ahead.'
Still laid forth, the warrior reaches into a small belt pouch and brings forth a hard, glistening jewel to set at the very feet of the statue. A pearl in the moonlight, gleaming sharply.
'This is the sign of my travel, and a sign of what I fight for. I offer it freely, as what it represents is worth more than all the gold in this world and the next.'
Satisfied with that, the warrior slowly rises to his feet, collects his blade, and returns to the quiet and sleepy city in the same silence he had left it.