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The streets of Castle Bastonne were rather short for a place with such a magnificent claim to its name. The home of Gilles the Uniter would have made one think its value was beyond that than even places like Boreleaux. Yet even with such a great amount of honor placed in this town it was not anything better than Castle Aquitaine in size and scope.
Unlike Castle Aquitaine the Garden of Morr was located outside the Castle proper. The doors acting as a portal to the land of the dead still wide open just as they had been over in Aquitaine.
As one would suspect, as the Temple and Garden were not within the walls of the castle they did not see nearly the same amount of donations as their Aquitainian counterpart. Where there were jet black sculptures were those made of wood. Where there were mausoleums as far as the eye can see, there were simply statues depicting great men.
“By the Ancestors I am parched.” Adok said as he licked his lips.
“We just need to drop him off then we can go drink.” Lucian said as he moved the cart through the portal, “Are there any Fathers nearby?”
It was a little odd that Lucian had not see any guards at the head of the temple. Even though they were each Peasants, the guards who stood watch at a Temple of Morr was heavily armored with thick chain mail. Lucian recalled those within Aquitaine carrying halberds for they explained it made killing the risen dead easier.
For there to be none, it was unsettling.
“It's too quiet.” Adok said as he already pulled the hammer from his back, “I don’t hear a single Umgi in this Temple.”
“What?” Lucian began glancing at one end of the room and then the other, “We need to move further in. There has to be someone within the Garden.”
“Aye, we need to.” Answered the Dwarf as he poised his weapon.
Leaving the body of the executed Peasant behind the two of them made their way into the Temple. As they left the first and main hall Lucian had pulled from his back a scythe that was always by his side.
