Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Over the past few tenday a radiantly clad healer has offered her help to the temple sporadically. She seems fairly adept in the art of healing, always humming a joyous tune if not singing in celestial as she tends to her patient.
After a few days absence she returns to the today temple offering her help. Her eyes are tired, her mood far less amiable than usual. She does not sing as she works, one might get the feeling she is doing such as a chore rather than genuinely wanting to help out today.

Last night, Hinzel would travel back to the Temple of Illmater, speaking softly asking to stay there again for some time, not choosing to elaborate, being rather withdrawn.

As soon as Ameris heard of Hinzel's request, he would speak strongly in favour of granting it, asking that Hinzel be offered welcome and comfort by the other Brothers and Sisters.

His attendance at the temple would be swift, however.

For a second night, there has been no sign of Ameris in the temple. His room upstairs has remained unslept in and unvisited.

*During the night, a velin was left on the altar of the Chapel*

A Cat's prayer for a Lion

You once helped me to see the light.
I pray for your return my friend.
How can I walk, lost in the night?
I pray that this is not the end.

I pray to my Dancing Lady,
May Her steps lead you to the Gate.
I pray to your Lord of Mercy,
May He help you endure thy wait.

I pray to the Great and Just Tyr,
To not let you become martyr.
I pray to the One who Endures,
That he'll find to your pains a cure.

I pray to the Lord of the Dawn,
That no final line has been drawn.
May your Broken God hear my plea,
Let him carry my voice to thee:

This place is void in your absence.
My heart bleeds and lost its balance.
The world around makes no more sense,
You belong with us in essence!

Return my dear, when we'll call you!
Return my dear, these lands need you!
Return my dear, your friends miss you!
Return my dear, I cry for you...

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May it's light scent tell you : "Recall the moments past,
Remember the shared thoughts, the smiles, the tears, the hopes"

May the perfume I burn bring my whispers to you...
May it's light scent tell you : "Apart we can't be cast",
That some friendships transcend our mortal envelopes.[/td][/tr]

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A radiant clad healer returns to the temple after a long absence, her face gloomy. She spends a moments silence in the chapel, sitting upon its middle bench, holding a piece of paper in her hands. She leaves the paper upon the altar for those who visit to see.

Should any visit and read what is written upon the paper they should find. She leaves the chapel, speaking to Sister Adolina in private.

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Another day. I come again.
May my prayers assuage your pain.

Another day. I save my tears.
And I keep in silence my fears.
I won't waver until the end.
I will endure for you, my friend.

Another day. I pray. I write.
I hope the saying's true and right.
May Oghma fill my quill with might!
So it beats the swords in this fight.

Another day, the dawn draws near,
And with it hope is rising, dear![/td][/tr]

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