The hall resonates with the faint echo of choral singing. The light through the stained glass seems to follow you as you walk, as though silently demanding your approval. The oath scrawled on the central scroll is written in impossibly ornate script, impossible to read without several lifetimes’ worth of dedication to calligraphy.
A placard poses a riddle,
“I shine, yet I am not flame.
I heal, yet I am no balm.
I strike, yet I am no blade.
What am I?”
Kardan’s commentary, dry as parchment: “Paladins measure faith by word count.”
From here you can go,
- Back to the Entrance
- Clockwise to The Fighter’s Room
- Counter-clockwise to The Cleric’s Room