"Ah Sam Arvarell, nice to finally have a moment to speak," Brother Vas replied as they walked. "Former spymaster of a high noble lord and lover of his wife. Fear not friend, for the gods care not for mortal adultery despite what my fellow brothers may preach." 

The road Brother Vas took was much less crowded road towards the city's gates, a long stretch of homes and small businesses. If he took the next road south, he would be heading straight shot to The First Temple of The New Order. People here seemed a little better off then the usual citizens of the capital, planting small ferns or rose beds outside their doors. 

"And as for my eyes, no. I had sight since first ripped from the womb...and to steal something means that there must be conscious thought of betrayal. What took my sight ripped and sliced away with claws darker then the night hoping to leave me a bloodied mangled corpse. Something beyond my comprehension intervened, so that I may live on. The scars left behind are grotesque and never fully healed right, even beyond the healing powers of The New Order. Now, I see without sight and sense beyond senses. A strange trade-off, it seems."