Morcant stood under the vine-covered archway to the temple of Han'vash, God of Creation and Destruction. It was a small temple compared to many of those throughout the rest of the city, but he thought it honoured the god well enough. While the day had dawned with a faint film of cloud covering the sun, one of the god had granted his prayers and cleared them away, resulting in a sunny and warm day. Perfect for painting, or so he hoped Despite the summer heat, the priest was dressed in his familiar layers of bright robes, the outermost one bearing a brilliant design of green vines and purple flowers on a yellow background. Eye-catching for sure, and he wasn't even being painted. No, the artist soon arriving would have other glorious things to pain besides a mere servant of the god.
Adjusting his mask one final time, Morcant strolled out from the cool shade into the bustling sun-filled street. The city was a big place, and he so hoped the artist wouldn't get lost. If they had stopped to ask directions, they would surely have been told about the brightly-garbed priests of the temple, so it was better to be visible than wait in the shadows. Stepping towards a nearby stall, the man glanced over the wares, murmuring a blessing to the respectful vendor while keeping one eye on the street. The artist shouldn't be too long in arriving, else the priest might have to send an acolyte to hunt for them.
