"It is a strange tale, I would maybe not believe it myself if I had not lived it. It took us a while to find this shrine; a sacred place to my people from long before the Allarians came to this isle.
We entered, lit the braziers and began to pray. after a while we were all overcome by the feeling of a great presence; one of strength and love, and we took it for Maraz the Great Hunter blessing us with his power. A belief that was; we thought, confirmed when three cowled priests bearing His symbol entered the shrine behind us.
Then, we heard a voice, a voice so powerful that the ground seemed to shake with its authority, so pure that a tear came to my eye at its delicacy. The voice said 'Give me your devotion and your strength shall be tenfold.' and then form the stairs," Kargh points to the steps with a strange look in his eyes, "Came a being the like of which I have never seen before, like the light of the gods wrapped within human flesh. This pure warrior child shone with divine brilliance, and when he opened his mouth, the voice of heaven issued from it; 'Do you love me?' he asked, 'yes' we replied.
As we knelt before him, the angel touched us each with a brand singing all the while with his innocent voice, and we felt pain; but, I thought, that is the way of Maraz, strength comes through understanding of pain. I was wrong however, slowly, we began to wither and fall. As the strongest I suppose I was the last to succumb and before I slipped into laboured sleep I saw the brand carried and set upon the flesh of those robed in false priests clothes and those men cried in ecstasy even as my cry had no strength to leave my throat. That is the last that I remember before waking to a vision of this scaly warrior." Kargh thumps Skalisss on the back in what is obviously meant to be a show of camaraderie, the force of the blow almost knocks the dragonborn from his feet however.