[Vincent Stefan]

Vincent, found himself at peace here in the sanctuary of the death god. Taking each step one at a time the half elf moved threw the temple, as if in a daze. Singing could be heard in the distance. Yet, no words came...only the soft music of a person who was proclaiming there love to a god.

on the alter just in front of an alter prayed a woman. Her form one of devotion. on the alter was a dead animal, it's insides cut out. This was a sacrifice, to obtain some type of request. Yet, Vincent had never believed in such sacrifices. Not because of what they where, but because the half elf never believed the god would care.

It was strange, The half elf knew he should be disturbed by all this....and there was something in the back of his mind that said just that. Yet, at the same time The need in him, the want to know drove him onwards. Taking two more steps...Vincent realized he had no idea where he was going, it was as if his feet where no longer guided by his will. All the half elf could do was see where things would lead.