The temple was cold but the warm light from the large stone archways softly woke Razix from his quiet sleep. He rolled over stretching and fighting the urge to return to his merry sleep, but in the end he remembered his duties and stood from his soft bear-fur lined bed. "Good morning my Goddess. I pray that you're doing well this glorious morn?" he waited for her reply when a small baby Snowhawk flew through the window and out the other side. "I'm glad to hear that Magiska." He smiled knowing that his greeting and graced him with a response.
Walking to the lavatory he thought about his duties today. All he had to do was wash the floors in the sanctuary and do the daily ritual and he would have the rest of the day to do what ever he wanted. So after he relieved himself he put on a pair of work trousers and got to work scrubbing the floors.
Razix had lived in this temple for almost 10 years, and since today was his 25th birthday, it seems so long ago. Before he