A prayer

[Ufedhin]

A parchment is nailed to a tree in the market place in the dead of night


Embrace the days of Mas ,the time when the bonds of
order and stagnation are broken and cast aside.
Lift up your soul to recive the blessing of the eternal power
that governs all things of this world.
Cast aside the foolish bonds of the five , embrace your
trueselfs ,free of taint of foolish fears and obligations.
Let the days of Mas embrace you ,let the dark enfold thee,
and set thee free.

A prayer to the eternal power.


Power stirs in glen ,field and carn,in rick ,cot and hold,be not caught wanting when the lord doth call.
((signed))
Cultists of the true path.

[Teflon]

Krudash pauses at the tree as soon as she recognises the parchment on tree when she is on her way to her working place. She takes it off and runs directly to the chrest of Galmair.