Kale fidgeted on the boat as it rocked against the gentle swells. The Spire of Souls reached up into the sky, rivaling the vast mountain range he had sailed through earlier in the week. The trip from his homeland had taken over a week, and most of it upon the water. At least he had gotten over his sea sickness. He was meant to walk on land, not on a boat. Still, it was where he was. Waiting for permission from the Monks to dock. Men and women from his tribe moved about the deck with intent leaving him to fidget idly. Kale sighed and ran a hand over his black hair. The wind had tugged on it so much during the voyage, he had relented and tied it up, something only married men were allowed to do in his tribe. Yet no one said a word, even if a few of the women had laughed at him. Of course after a while they all wore their hair bound. One of the women moved Kale out of the way and positioned him further down the deck. Even here he'd be told to move soon. Kale tilted his head back and sighed. In a few more hours he'd be able to see, well, a seer, and he'd get one question to ask. Over the ensuing days he had perfected (or he believed he had) the question. How do I save my people? His father, the Chieftain and his Wife had considered, How do I end the plague? But in the end it was discarded for the new question. A question the tribe paid dearly to answer. "---ale. Kale!" Kale jumped as his name was shouted in his ear. His jacket he had slung over one shoulder slipped off and he fumbled for it before it could go overboard. "By the ancestors Fay. Did you have to yell?" Kale flushed as Fay smirked at him. "You were ignoring me." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We're docked." She added on abruptly. She tossed her yellowed hair over her shoulder and lead the way off the boat. "Still." Kale tell her. "The yelling wasn't called for." Fay shook her head but didn't turn. "Really Fay." Kale Pressed "Would you rather I hit you?" Fay asked. She wouldn't touch a hair on his head. She was his betrothed and his protector. Both of which she took seriously. And so did he, most of the time. "Fine." Kale let it go as the neared the Spire. The darkened stone rose above them and was even more impressive up close. "Amazing." He said in a hushed whisper. Kale's small entourage was lead by a solitary Monk to a room. It was small, only room for a few people, and the four of them took up most of the room. Kale passed over the money when asked and was told to wait for the seer. After the Monk left they took up seats on the ground and waited.