Cynric rarely did much work nowadays, thanks to his scheming and his stratagems. However, today was an important day for the people in his merchants guild, or at least those in or near Carthis. Cynric helped supply specialty gear to weapon shops, smiths, armorers, and those alike. Today had been a big day after all, a big day for profit! Paladins were being sword into the order, and being sword in meant getting a bit of a raise, at least in position. Cynric didn't know much about paladin work, but he did know about gifts, positions, and the desire for new gear! He knew that around this time, whenever paladins were sworn in, the shops in Carthis get dealt with quite a bit more for a short time. So it was his job to make sure the stores that work under him were adequately prepared for the onslaught of customers that may come there way! 

However, now that Cynric was at the Chapel as everything had been finishing up, things were out of his hands now and he could go back to do as he please. Cynric found himself inside the Chapel, praying to the mother for a bounty of customers. Although, this was more of a customary action rather then him truly asking her for help. Cynric was absolutely sure he had played his cards well, so the only thing returning to him would be profit and new customers. 

After his prayer was done, Cynric stood. The chapel was filled with more then he had wanted. Although that's almost always the case, due to his love of empty chapels. There was an elderly dwarf, and some girl who looked like a maiden. The combination ruined his mood, and had he seen this earlier probably wouldn't have been able to pray as sincerely as he had. Not as though he had been too sincere in the first place, but it would have lacked even more of his faith. He really didn't understand why she would offer her hand in prayer to the rusty old dwarf when men of youth still walked these halls. Why don't her priorities stay with those of kin and blood? Although the scene agitated the merchant, he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet. Although his previous prayers were not passionate, there was one task he requested of the Mother that he feels is worthy of his emotion.

However that was not meant to be, soon as he stood up and started to stretch before entering another prayer-like stance, a man came into the church and fell at the feet of the dwarf. He couldn't hear what the man had said, but he then gave him a gem and, shortly after, fell over and died. [i] What in Artorias' name happened? [/i] he asked himself, staring over at the scene. He couldn't bring himself to move, this kind of situation was a first for him, drama and death like this wasn't part of his usual scene.