crystal;

[wroughtamiss]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Deacon
RECIPIENT: All
WHAT: Let us pray, Brother Biceps is here to offer comfort
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: He will absolutely throw down if he must 8T

[A moment of silence, a man clearing his throat and then words familiar to natives and perhaps those who've lived among the Inquisition long enough ring out in a gruff Marcher accent:]

In the long hours of the night
When hope has abandoned me,
I will see the stars and know
Your Light remains.

[Another pause, briefer, a perhaps embarrassed huffing breath of what might be a laugh--]

My name is Brother Deacon, my Revered Mother sent me to Kirkwall to offer comfort to the Inquisition, seems I came just in time. If there are those who need to speak, we can talk this way. Or if you're here, and you feel as if all have abandoned you - though they have not - then I'll be in the prayer garden. Does the mind and body good to take the air when these things come up. Bit of peace when the chapels are in towers.

[When this place has no Chantry.]