The clattering of hooves over the cobble stones followed the rider throughout the City of the Gods. A lone traveler like so many others, weaving through here and there, but he took his leisure. Even as the sun began to set and the night sky gave way to the twinkling jewels in its black abyss. Nicholas De'Marco looked 'round with his fading gray eyes, the pillars, and colossal structures looming over him and the other bodies below. The evening torches were being lit, casting a hue of orange around the place though he was not deterred. Instead the night brought a calm around him and his mount clattered on.

Through Spring, and Summer, did he pass leaving his cloak about his broad shoulders. His fine leather saddle lined with the furs of his hunts, the prize and loyalty to the animal that carried him his way. A companion if anything else, and passing through Autumn did he continue to awe at the buildings, it was when the cobble stones seemed to turn a cool shade, and the lightest of breezes touched his face. The warrior dismounted out of his own respects, his rough hands loosening the cinch before leading his horse along to the towering white building.

The banners flowing high from the tops, billowing in the wind, signifying the winter, his home and his life. He strode to the steps and releasing the reins without much though of it all, he ascended the steps, one at a time. Amazed to be here, to be so near to that of whom he followed, but he'd first pay respects to the God himself. Inside the building with the decor that defied the ages, Nicholas came to kneel before the altar of the mighty God of Winter. His prayers and silent thanks went to the God, and he'd not remain far longer. Leaving his kneeling position of worship to stand, and question one of the priests who directed him to a white building. Its polished white surface gleaming like a light.

Nicholas went there almost entranced, finding his purpose for worship within, a priest standing over an ancient book of the dead. Reading aloud to the mourners gathered, and to those praying just as much for their own causes and Nicholas knelt along with them. His head bowed in prayer, his features framed by his long dark hair he wanted to learn more, he wanted to know further of the Goddess and the God. He wanted their power and strength, most of all their favor but what would a blade for hire such as he do to gain such a feat? Pray? Pray some more? Perhaps....So he did.