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The Church of the Holy Juvenescence is less a single building, as is the custom back home in holy places, and more a walled compound with several buildings surrounded by high walls. There is even an outdoor garden here, monks tending to the vegetable and fruit patches as you and the other pilgrims are led to the mess hall on the easternmost side of the compound. While calling it a self-contained town is a stretch, this closed community does seem to have more in common with a abbey or monastery than the grand sites of worship like the majestic Cathedral of the Brother’s Landing or the imposing Church of Adam’s Martyrdom.
Inside the mess hall the true number of how many pilgrims have arrived ahead of you is suddenly apparent. There could be as many as a hundred souls here gathered for suppertime, with room and tables spare for at least three times as many as that.
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>Many of the knights escort have been sequestered to their own table, exchanging stories from the road. The majority of them wear the white robes of the Knights Comitas, though not all seem sworn to silence like Brother Rousseau. But there are a few that are like yourself, like-minded men of noble blood that made a similar pledge to continue their pilgrimage from the First Vigil and protect others along the way. You’d like to meet them. [Haughty]
>The strange men of dark skin and desert garb from the South intrigue you. Few of them speak anything more than a smattering of your mother tongue, but one of them is fluent. Over the course of your meal you learn much about the man, a little about his people and something of how they came to follow the One True Faith. [Hearty]
>You take a seat with the majority of the other pilgrims, having both become accustomed to the presence of the usual familiar faces on your many months on the road together as well as introductions to commonfolk pilgrims that came here by other roads with news from home. [Idealist]
