He never had been a really good singer. In fact, Javi bordered along the lines of horrible. Maybe he was simply out of practice. It had been quite some time since he'd given a good shout. He simply smiled and tightened his cloak. This brooch really did not do its job well. He gave a grunt and cast it aside. Now, instead of only dirt, a beautiful silver hunk of medal sat on this earth outside of La'marri.
The brooch itself was fine, though he'd managed to snag it at a discounted price. It was that of a cockroach. Silver, engraved with gold. The legs were the hook and the antennae closed it. The wings could be removed and it woudl then serve as a locket. He'd found it to be a darn shame that nobody had wanted such a fine piece of art.
Not even five steps closer to the town, he turned on his heels. Hell if he was going to let five gold tokens go to waste! He picked it up and made a face - somewhat of a grimace - before dropping it into one of his many interior pockets. He was a man who liked his trinkets, that Javi Areln'nan.
Fully cloaked in earthen tones, one could not guess at who this stranger was. Could he be a mage? A simple traveler? Was he a friend, or was he hostile? The ghost of a smile on his wisened almost thirty-year-old face betrayed none of his intentions. And while his intentions may not have been completely pure in the first place, they certainly were not malevolent. These folken had nothing to fear from this creature.
And so he entered the town. He had one place in mind and he made a beeline for it. The temple. He had never been to it himself, though he'd often seen it through another's eyes and had often had dreams of the place sent to him. Damn that girl, disrupting my sleep with such petty visions, he thought, though he knew he never meant a word of it.
Finally. The temple. He was surprised at how little time it had taken him to reach it. He hadn't noticed, but his pace had tripled as soon as he'd reached the town confines.
Well, he was here now. He pushed open the doors with a light shove. He made no ceremony of it; to him, this was already a sacred place. The only sounds he could hear were those of his feet lightly treading the ancient floor as he traveled towards the central altar. Perhaps he could have gone about it silently; Perhaps he merely chose not to.
Now, he was before it.
He took a knee and interlaced his fingers.
