An Overdue Conversation

In Lothian City, the week-long Holy Festival of Light had overtaken the city. At the center of the city, the fortified Holy Temple gleamed like a golden beacon with strings of lanterns and large bonfires lit along every tower and rampart, the temple turned itself into the 'Eternal Sun' at the center of Lothian City. 

The streets were filled with revelers, whether they were truly pious or indulging in more worldly pleasures, the entire city came alive to celebrate the Holy Lord of Light who watched over the people and protected them from the scourge of demons who infested the land. 

Far removed from the revels, Marquis Bors Lothian looked down on the festivities from the window of his office, high in Lothian Manor. This year, in order to help bolster Owain's presence among the common people, he'd chosen to step back from many of the festivities.