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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 1206335" data-attributes="member: 1856">Norin accepts the letter handed to him by a young acolyte and reads it with a fair bit of trepidation.  The High Righteousness had struck him as a good but cunning man.  "Cleverness," the holy texts said, was "a sharpened tool, but Cunning a weapon which cuts both ways."He had never requested the title of Saint but could not deny the overwhelming response of the church and the people.  If Heironeous wished to bless him, who was he to question?  He knew of no other living Saint of the church, in fact- the honorific was typically bestowed post-mortem.  No doubt it had been Norin's <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=65983" target="_blank">history</a> which led Orshallan to call upon his services, not the his brief contact with the Monk.  If it was something so dire, then perhaps he should grant such a wish. The ensuing months are spent along the busy trade roads which lead to Andeluvay.  Norin walks, as always, for most of the day and well into most nights.  He speaks with travellers, offers the blessing of the Shroud of Felis to those in need, and protects the road against any bandits who happen to prey upon it.  At last, near the appointed time, he arrives in the Capitol.  Norin insists upon staying outside- in the chapel's courtyard or possibly out front- during his stay.  He shares with art with those willing to listen, freely giving tokens of wisdom to those with an ear to hear.  Giving is his life, but fighting oppression is his passion.  He anticipates the meeting with Orshallan with growing unease.</blockquote>

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