[color=8882be][i]Harvey stopped on the temple steps, as the cry reached his ears, this night would be a long one then... Sigh, better start it with the Lady's blessings then. He continued inside the old cathedral, where a small handful of people were already praying, though only two waited in the small side chapel where he was permitted to perform his priestly duties to Elanom and her small congregation here. Harvey smiled and softly moved to the front of the little chapel where a goblet of cool water was surrounded by loaves of local grain, a treasure as the supply was nearly gone now. He took his place between the small altar and the wooden representation of Elanom, Lady of the Night, and quietly began his own prayers for the evening. 

A few minutes later he motioned for the two supplicants to join him at the altar where he produced three small cups and poured some of the clear cool water into each, adding a loaf of bread to the hands of each adherent, as he blessed them and sent them on there way to take their places on the wall. Harvey took a moment more, to beg that no life be taken this night, if the Lady could spare that much effort to this tiny town. He thanked Her for Her service to Reath as a whole. Then he begged she show him the answers, or at least the path to the answers, that he sought both for himself and on behalf of Orodyuke Equites. For he feared that the world may have need of it, and soon, if any on Reath were to survive the onslaught brought in the descents. Can a god be killed, if so how? If not, what hope did anyone on Reath have? He didn't recieve an immediate answer, and he had other duties to attend too. 

He poured himself a cup of water and drank deeply from it, draing the cup and feeling new life and energy flowing into him as the water soothed his dry throat. The bread was warm and tasted slightly sweet, though it had been made hours ago and without any form of sweetener, Elanom was gracious, he only hoped Her favor didn't stop with the nightly provisions. Now feeling alert once more, and ready for the task ahead, knowing it was likely to to cause his end, Harvey checked his blades, and went up into the bell tower where he could see all of the walls and better reinforce weak points as they developed and strengthen the walls where the assault was most brutal, often taking a place on the walls himself if the need arose. As he reached the top of the tower, Harvey greeted the captain of the guard, a good soldier but limited by the lack of nocturnal attunement Harvey was born with, and cast his eyes and ears out over the town, seeking to find the masses of the demonic shapes plaguing Urenda and reporting their positions to the commanding staff that marked them on a rough map with scraps of wood and metal.[/i][/color]