Brynnen stood tall at the entrance of the Cathedral, the weight of his new armor settling comfortably against his frame. The crisp morning air smelled of incense, and the sound of distant prayer echoed through the grand structure. He stood vigilant, his large frame a striking presence against the marble pillars, his greatsword secured firmly at his side. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life—one where the steady routine of working in the stables would be replaced with the sacred duty of guarding the One True God’s House.

He took a deep breath, still adjusting to the formality of his new role. His movements were measured and deliberate as he observed his fellow guards, who moved with practiced efficiency and reverence. There was no more lifting hay bales or tending to horses now—his role here required discipline, a sharp mind, and unwavering loyalty. As he scanned the crowd, his eyes caught the slow procession of worshippers, their quiet murmurs filling the space as they entered for the morning services.

Captain Renwood briefed him on his duties.

The morning passed quickly as Bryn learned the routine: standing guard at the main entrances, keeping watch over the holy relics, and maintaining order within the hallowed halls. While he was no stranger to the intensity of physical combat, there was something profoundly different about this duty. It wasn’t just about defending the Temple from threats—it was about preserving the sanctity of a place that meant everything to the people who came to worship here. The quiet reverence of the Cathedral surrounded him like a second skin, and he couldn't help but feel a deep connection to the sacred space. His mind, once distracted by the physicality of his former job, found focus here.