Lowtown Irregulars, and Drooping Anduin

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WHO: Anduin Wrynn, Connor 60
WHAT: Snooping around, and enduring the sleet.
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: Gallows and Lowtown
NOTES: Prompts in the comments, late tags very welcome.

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[misdirection_hex]

The chapel is familiar to Vandelin only abstractly, in that a chapel looks generally the same no matter where in the Marches it is. The moment attendance stopped being mandated and enforced by glowering templars, he had pointedly refused to set foot in a place of worship ever again--but the further distanced he becomes from his tenure in the Circle, the less necessary such a statement feels. And for the first time since he was a child, he's begun to wonder if there isn't something divine watching him and keeping track after all.

He had hoped, at least, that there wouldn't be anyone mortal around to witness his shamefaced and tentative reentry into the realm of the faithful. It's been long enough since he prayed that the autopilot-memory of the words has faded, and he stumbles ever so slightly.

"O Maker, hear my cry,
Guide me through the darkest nights,
Steel my heart against, uh..."

He glances furtively at Anduin, on the defensive already and certain he's being judged, until his memory coughs up some dim recognition.

"You a convert?" He smiles, glad for an excuse to give up the forgotten prayer. "There are a lot of people who'll be thrilled to see a rifter taking to the local religion."