Carwyn looks over the town as he walks through, noting the lack of any verve or spirit from the people. He frowns to himself and stops for a moment as if to call out to one of the villagers but shakes his head and carries on walking. There was so much wrong with this place so much that was missing. Around this time in any of the villages in Daggerford there would be children playing on the street and some bustle from the coming and goings of different workers. 'Maybe there has been some sort of tragedy or recent event that has taken all the joy of these people's lives.' The thought goes through his head but he is unsure. He will have to ask Mirabel it seems like she, at least, is not shy of offering information. He wasn't bothered by her distance from the church, plenty of people worship the gods in their own private ways or did not worship them at all. That was not for him to pry into, Eldath entreated people to find their own way to her peace rather than be lead there by others.
Whilst musing on why everyone seemed to be moving in a single direction, no matter their starting point, his eyes catch a figure coming out of the church before sneaking off to one side. That strikes him as odd as people didn't really sneak out of places of worship unless they were stealing things or had something to hide, that was true of anything really but doubly so places that drew the divine eye to them. He feels a sense of unease towards the wellbeing of the priest or priestess that may be inside and quickens his pace slightly, trying not to run as not to draw any sort of attention to himself.
He reaches the church doors and thinks about following the figure off to one side for a second but decides against it, better to check on the people inside. He stops when he notices the marks and gently runs his fingers through the claw grooves. That flash of anger from yesterday blossoms in his chest and he has to take a second to fight it and push it back down again. Seems like this village might have problems with werewolves which would explain them bringing Edmon back towards here. Iselka had mentioned that her pack had been taken over by a foreign pack, could they have been from here? He gets a little lost in thought as he steps inside and looks around. He does catch the glimpse of candles and lights seemingly everywhere although he could not work out any religious iconography, whomever this chapel was dedicated to they clearly believed in the presence of the light. Carwyn found that almost comforting as despite it not featuring heavily in any text from Eldath he had yet to come across a god of light that did not promote themselves as a force for positive change in the world.
He wanders inside the main room and freezes a bit when he sees the inhabitants, definitely not expecting to see a werewolf and an elf talking to a priest. It almost seemed like the start of a joke. He is temporarily calmed by the presence of Balion though as the elf was rarely flustered by anything and if there had been any trouble or any issues he would be willing to help resolve them he was sure. He smiles at the ranger and nods once. He looks the older priest up and down, noticing once again the repeated theme of light in his costume. He is relieved that there doesn't seem to be any sign of injury or issue. He returns the bow, although not used to the etiquette and so unsure as to whether he had done it correctly. "Greetings father. I am not here to pray although it is nice to hear the question, thank you." He gestures to his robe and shield before giving the man a warm smile. "I am new here, a companion of the other two you have in front of you, but I am also a priest. May I ask which deity this chapel is dedicated to? I am a freewalker of Eldath so I do not have a chapel to run but I thought I would stop by as I have some questions about the presence of the gods here. However I understand if you would prefer to discuss such religious matters privately but I can assure you I trust both of these people to be able to have a still tongue." He looks to the other two but he is keen to ask his questions and get some information into that strange feeling of distance between him and his goddess.
Carywn smiles at his compatriots and gestures out of the church towards the inn. "Everyone seems to be settled. I left the boy with Fauntleroy, he's a bright lad it seems so I'm sure she will be having him doing sums or diagrams before the day is ended." He laughs but is caught a little off guard when he sees Iselka's posture and mood, the wolf girl seeming on edge about something. 'Why does she keep looking at the door, is it something to do with that other figure?' Carwyn stiffens as he gets a sudden rush of cold air run over his skin and he almost shivers, telling himself the werewolves had gone he had nothing to panic about, the claw marks weren't recent and the werewolves from the forest were dead. He takes a few seconds to compose himself if he didn't let the anger win earlier he was not going to allow the panic to get a foothold here either.
He puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder and hopes that will help to calm things down. He speaks in a quiet voice to her, eyes scanning the room for any sort of issue, although it is not low enough as to seem rude towards the priest. "Iselka is everything okay? You seem tense. Is there something I should be concerned about?" His hand moves towards the hilt of his mace but he doesn't un-clip it from his belt or draw it straight away, instead more looking for the calming presence of the weapon just in case things went badly. He looks over to Balion and talks quickly in halfing, pausing to smile at the priest halfway through. "<Who was the person who left before? What has happened here? Is everything okay?>" His mind is racing but he is forcing it under control, he will stay calm.
Whilst musing on why everyone seemed to be moving in a single direction, no matter their starting point, his eyes catch a figure coming out of the church before sneaking off to one side. That strikes him as odd as people didn't really sneak out of places of worship unless they were stealing things or had something to hide, that was true of anything really but doubly so places that drew the divine eye to them. He feels a sense of unease towards the wellbeing of the priest or priestess that may be inside and quickens his pace slightly, trying not to run as not to draw any sort of attention to himself.
He reaches the church doors and thinks about following the figure off to one side for a second but decides against it, better to check on the people inside. He stops when he notices the marks and gently runs his fingers through the claw grooves. That flash of anger from yesterday blossoms in his chest and he has to take a second to fight it and push it back down again. Seems like this village might have problems with werewolves which would explain them bringing Edmon back towards here. Iselka had mentioned that her pack had been taken over by a foreign pack, could they have been from here? He gets a little lost in thought as he steps inside and looks around. He does catch the glimpse of candles and lights seemingly everywhere although he could not work out any religious iconography, whomever this chapel was dedicated to they clearly believed in the presence of the light. Carwyn found that almost comforting as despite it not featuring heavily in any text from Eldath he had yet to come across a god of light that did not promote themselves as a force for positive change in the world.
He wanders inside the main room and freezes a bit when he sees the inhabitants, definitely not expecting to see a werewolf and an elf talking to a priest. It almost seemed like the start of a joke. He is temporarily calmed by the presence of Balion though as the elf was rarely flustered by anything and if there had been any trouble or any issues he would be willing to help resolve them he was sure. He smiles at the ranger and nods once. He looks the older priest up and down, noticing once again the repeated theme of light in his costume. He is relieved that there doesn't seem to be any sign of injury or issue. He returns the bow, although not used to the etiquette and so unsure as to whether he had done it correctly. "Greetings father. I am not here to pray although it is nice to hear the question, thank you." He gestures to his robe and shield before giving the man a warm smile. "I am new here, a companion of the other two you have in front of you, but I am also a priest. May I ask which deity this chapel is dedicated to? I am a freewalker of Eldath so I do not have a chapel to run but I thought I would stop by as I have some questions about the presence of the gods here. However I understand if you would prefer to discuss such religious matters privately but I can assure you I trust both of these people to be able to have a still tongue." He looks to the other two but he is keen to ask his questions and get some information into that strange feeling of distance between him and his goddess.
Carywn smiles at his compatriots and gestures out of the church towards the inn. "Everyone seems to be settled. I left the boy with Fauntleroy, he's a bright lad it seems so I'm sure she will be having him doing sums or diagrams before the day is ended." He laughs but is caught a little off guard when he sees Iselka's posture and mood, the wolf girl seeming on edge about something. 'Why does she keep looking at the door, is it something to do with that other figure?' Carwyn stiffens as he gets a sudden rush of cold air run over his skin and he almost shivers, telling himself the werewolves had gone he had nothing to panic about, the claw marks weren't recent and the werewolves from the forest were dead. He takes a few seconds to compose himself if he didn't let the anger win earlier he was not going to allow the panic to get a foothold here either.
He puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder and hopes that will help to calm things down. He speaks in a quiet voice to her, eyes scanning the room for any sort of issue, although it is not low enough as to seem rude towards the priest. "Iselka is everything okay? You seem tense. Is there something I should be concerned about?" His hand moves towards the hilt of his mace but he doesn't un-clip it from his belt or draw it straight away, instead more looking for the calming presence of the weapon just in case things went badly. He looks over to Balion and talks quickly in halfing, pausing to smile at the priest halfway through. "<Who was the person who left before? What has happened here? Is everything okay?>" His mind is racing but he is forcing it under control, he will stay calm.