It looked like today wouldn’t be a overly exciting one. Well, not in terms of running trough the streets chasing thugs like the days before. Which Sebastian saw as a more than welcome break. He had wandered the halls of the Chantry, helping the sisters where needed and assisting the early visitor if they so requested his attention. He very much felt at ease here, able to let go of any doubts he may have had, if even for a moment. Busying himself with doing the Maker’s bidding was one of those few things that still soothed his nerves instantly.
As the day continued, the halls of the Chantry grew busier. The Grand Cleric had begun reading the Chant of Light, the words echoing trough most of the building, followed by the echo of a dozen voices repeating the words after her. Sebastian himself had stayed back, choosing instead to keep an eye out. Kirkwall had begun to grow restless, and on days as busy as this he felt it his duty to keep an eye on the crowd in case someone would dare stir trouble inside these very halls. And how horrible where the times, that they had to consider the possibility that there might someone out there who would seek to disrupt the order inside a house of worship? Templars would come out on days like these, more as a display of force than providing genuine help. It mattered not, the result was still the same and made sure those with possible ill intent did not enter.
Sebastian watched the remaining sisters that walked around with a sense of contentment. He’d nod to them in greeting if they took notice of him. The crowd inside seemed to grow a little smaller over time, with most of them crowding in the main hall to join in the Chant. Now that everything seemed calm enough, the Prince decided to follow the sisters and help them with whatever chores needed to be done.
He stopped briefly when he noticed a figure standing apart from the crowd. Curious but not uncommon. Everyone did have their own reason for being here after all. The sisters did not seemed to have noticed her as of yet, so he decided to approach her, see if he could do anything for her or let her continue on her way if she wasn’t in need of assistance.
With a welcoming smile he greeted her. “Good day, serah. Is there anything I can assist you with?”
She had tried to make sure no one had taken notice. But, she did not pay attention to her surroundings that well. Surely, she avoided the curious glances that might have come her way from the sisters gathered, but there was another among them. Sarah had not seen him, even now as she started surveying the area. “Maybe I have arrived in the wrong place,” the soft voice had a touch of doubt laced in it.
Had she infiltrated a place of worship, had she not? One tied with the Circle? She looked on, taking in the details of the hall and swept her gaze to the sisters, who she was now approaching in order to blend right back in with them. Unfortunately, she had not been quick enough.
Her blood ran cold the moment the calm voice came from behind her ear. She spun far too quickly on her heel and nearly stumbled on the hem of her dress. Wide eyed, the woman apologized profusely.
“I am sorry, I was just a bit startled,” his smile made her return the expression, but she appeared a tad nervous. Fidgeting with the folds of her dress, she looked toward the other women and quietly spoke to him. “I was actually here out of curiosity. I.. I am not too familiar with the Chant of Light. Apologies, the religion is not practiced by me.”
Shifting her attention toward the figure of Andraste not far from where she stood. The glow of the candles almost appeared ominous as it splashed on the form. “You.. stay here?” She slowly turned back to him and pulled a few strands of red hair from her cheek.