Within the Church of Ravenkeep, there was a sole individual, who was busying himself with chores. Mopping the floors, cleaning the stone pews and, most importantly, polishing the pedestal which stood beneath the five crackling orbs of azure flame that floated within the air.
It was these flames that cast the light throughout the entire church, as if lighting even the smallest candle in their presence was considered an insult, as if to consider their light and warmth unworthy. Their presence as the singular source of light cast deep shadows within the church, shadows that danced and writhed as if they were a secondary audience showing their love for the flames.
At least, that was how the man liked to see it.
The man was dressed in azure robes, to match the five flames, and hummed softly to himself as he completed his tasks with the utmost of dedication.
"Excuse me sir, are you the one in charge here?"
