A young man, severely wounded, whispers what sounds like a prayer as he raises his eyes. His face is pale, but

A young man, severely wounded, whispers what sounds like a prayer as he raises his eyes. His face is pale, but his eyes flare with determination, despite his labored breathing. "Your aid came at just the right time, stranger. My name is Tristian. I'm a priest of merciful Sarenrae. Another moment, and I fear I would have been on my way to her chambers — somewhat earlier than my destiny requires."