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Ashan 2nd, 720
Dorik was seated up against a sheer rock face as the winds ripped around Immortal's Tongue. He'd spent the better part of the morning trying to find this spot. It was not special, in that it was not part of any of the many shrines here, but it was important. To Dorik at least. For in this spot, and not one foot further in any direction, the winds did not seem to blow. He was not sure why this was the case, nor did he really care. But it was what he had been looking for and now that he was seated, he could enjoy it.
He pulled out his pipe, filling it with Pilar's Tea. He'd come here several days ago, spending his daytimes here on the island, spending his evenings in the taverns of Almund, and spending his nights with Diana. Well, some of his nights. She didn't seem to mind so much that he came in smelling of other women, so long as she got her share too. He had come looking for something more, something from Unity, perhaps something from Mastes and Kata, or from someone else. But he'd not quite yet found any of what he sought. So he would stay.
He lit the tea in his pipe, taking a few drags so as to spread the embers evenly, letting it burn away the outer casings first. Once the smoke shifted from a grey hue to a softer, more transparent coloring, he began to take the smoke in. It relaxed him, not that he needed to be relaxed, but he did find himself quickly growing more comfortable sitting here on the rock, overlooking the waters.
Speaking to Mastes now, or rather to the winds that supposedly might carry his words to his patron, "Your mark is fun and all, definitely keeping me entertained, but I'm not sure what it is you need done by me. I'm not exactly the devoted type, you know this much, certainly not a priest. Do you want more followers? More people to enjoy our many vices? Blood sacrifices? I don't worship, but I do work. What work do you need done?"
