My footsteps resounded softly as I made my way through the halls of the Temple Marr. Glistening paladin guards in steel platemail patrolled the corridors, stopping only to politely nod in my direction.

I had come to purchase newly found colored paints from the renowned artisan priests there when a small flash of light reflecting off a shining helm caught my eye. There, sitting waist deep in the cleansing waters of the temple pool, was a lone paladin in silent communion with his goddess, Erollis Marr.

I stopped on the balcony overlooking, pulling my canvas and brushes from my backpack to try to capture the pure light of righteousness and goodness that radiated from this young paladin. And as I painted, I pondered that he might be giving thanks for a victory in battle or seeking to restore his body through meditative healing.

One hour passed and I was nearly complete when the man finally opened his eyes. I made haste in explaining my presence and tho', modest, the young paladin graciously remained so I might finish the portrait. We spoke few words, the air around us still with somber grace and protection.

Whether the goddess was present before the young paladin arrived is unclear but there could be no doubt that her presence touched us both that day.