The trip to the Grand Monastery quickly ended, there was only so much to see in that empty place of worship, statues of snow crafted in the same style as the statue in the small church were to be found everywhere, Dame-Sommer was the one and only deity of the kalt.
"Wait for me here, I'll go speak with the pope" Alkayne put his armoured hand atop of Jiji's head, ruffling her long, pale blue hair.
"Didn't you speak with him just yesterday?" she asked, during the entire visit through the monastery, as she showed him the various areas, the minor lord had been almost always looking at the floor, which was weird, the zombie would always be staring straight ahead most of the time, only cranking his neck around to indicate things like who he was addressing when speaking, so this near-constant observation of the ground like it was something of greater interest than the brilliant architecture of snow and ice that could somehow resist the ambient heat of the monastery was just odd.
