[color=8882be][i]Harvey Klossner, priest, well more of an acolyte at this point, of Elanom, The Lady of the Night, was a short thin man. His gray-green eyes alert and wary. He'd seen many people fight and die trying to protect themselves and their loved ones. He also seen shadows manipulate the love and trust of those to young to understand,  with lethal results. He has vowed to destroy Mitchin, by any means necessary, for his treachery. Most think him fool-hardy and tell him to worry about those here on Reath. His response has always been, that one does not defend a flock by telling them to gather close, and sing softly to them, one seeks out the threat and destroys it or loses his flock one by one. 

Harvey sits slowly, having expended much of his power in the clinic, doing what he could with his meager magic, to tend to the lesser wounds of guards and citizens while the healers of any notable skill focused on those suffering the strange illness and anyone with serious wounds beyond the skill of the apprentices and himself to heal. His soul is weary from the day of extended prayer and use of magic, though his body is stiff and aches from the long hours of standing and moving from patient to patient, comforting whomever he could, and doing anything he could to help those in the clinic, priest and patient alike since before dawn this morning.

Now he sits at a table in the inn, relaxing his weary soul and body as best he can, while consuming what little nourishment is available to him. He smiles and greets those who walk by, offering what encouragement he can. Times are tough yes, but the Urdenites had made it this far, and he was confident that they could hold out against the shadows indefinitely, so long as the Protector and the Lady of the Night continued to smile upon their efforts, innumerable prayers, and sacrifices. Speaking of which, Harvey took the time to offer a prayer of thanks to his patron for her guidance and the strength to make it through another day in one piece. He thanked her for her work on Reath, and on behalf of Reath and it's inhabitants. He finished his prayer by asking her blessing on the people of Urdena as they fought the divine's monsters and gave shelter to weary travelers.

Harvey finished his meager meal, and offered a token of thanks to the Protector for providing it, before running a bony hand through his short, dark brown hair. As a youngster came by to collect his empty plate and cup for washing, he smiled offered the Lady's blessing to the child, and thanked him for his service. The boy almost smiled, before moving on to collect the next table's dishes. Harvey sighed and leaned back against the wall in his chair, it had been a longer day than usual for him. Though he reflected that the same was true for all the inhabitants of Urdena to some extent. Every day seemed longer and more painful than the last, but Harvey had faith that the divine would fall as they destroyed their own realms and hopefully weakened themselves, those remaining on Reath shifted their worship to the few gods still listening to us mortals. Harvey hoped that this would, in time, be enough to turn the tide of this war. Legend said that each of the pantheons were formed by the first and most powerful of each race. Harvey believed that meant that they could be killed and eventually replaced. That was his purpose, to clear away the treacherous gods and make room for the champions of this age to rise to fill the voids they would leave behind.[/i][/color]