Ymiden 45, Arc 718
Do you believe in magic? So much so you would taste it's alluring depths? For some reason, people of Ne'haer did not appreciate that curiosity so much so anyone who actually ventured to learn the art was looked at with suspicion. Finn did not remember that kind of caution last time he was around no matter how short the stay. He did not recall people being so...afraid. Now that he joined the Faithful, he had an insight into the religion of Ne'haer itself and its stance towards the matter. It troubled him.
Finn looked ahead, at the innocent flowers with vibrant colours painting picture in the hot cycle's sun. He was sat in Lochgrass Gardens in one of the quieter spots just so he could think. Of course, he could have stayed in the Temple of All Gods to do his thinking. Yet, it did not feel right to do so. Perhaps because he was initiated into magic himself arcs ago but no one of his new colleagues knew. Perhaps, he just wanted to leave his workplace for a change. He wondered what Telar would say and whether he knew of this inclination when they came to Ne'haer over an arc ago. But more importantly, Finn tried to gauge how strong all these feelings against magic were. Would it affect residents and visitors in the city? Would magic eventually be prosecuted like a crime? Rynmere has already taken steps against magic and Finn did not like that at all. Was there something he could do to prevent the same happening in Ne'haer? Alarmingly, some in power in Ne'haer already showed tendencies to making a similar decision.
Huffing, the priest shifted in his on the bench to a slightly more comfortable position. In the heat, he could already feel little diamonds of sweat on his back. Thankfully, he was wearing a simple white woollen shirt with his sleeves rolled up above the elbows to cope with the rising temperature, unintentionally showcasing the sleeve tattoo on his left arm.