Hartwin trudges quickly along the snowy trail, not wanting to be alone after dark outside the safety of civilization. "There will undoubtedly be wolves in these woods, and Helia's light is dim this far north and she only shines a short time in this season." he says to himself.
His superior, Priest of the Mid-Day Strahlzer, had ordered him north to retrieve the small temple's collected tithe. It was troublesome work. It would not be much money, perhaps less than 50 crowns, but he felt guilty taking it from the local priests and acolytes. This money could be used locally, but duty is to the church as a whole. "The grand cathedral in Stormbluff needs more guilded candlesticks, I suppose" he thought. It was also dangerous carrying this kind of coin all around the wilderness. Robbers would see a lone priest as easy pickings. They would not know that Hartwin came from a tough life on land and sea and had to defend himself with sword and shield from a young age.
Regardless, a wolf howl in the distance caused him to quicken his step. The lights of town are a welcomed sight, especially the inn. "Some meat and perhaps some gluhwein or brandy and then in the morning I'll collect and be on my way." he smiled as he entered the inn.
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