.:.Lance's boots touched on the fresh grass of Kal'Shabbol, and a wide grin came upon the face of the Bendu Priest - Lance Al'Galzrek couldn't help himself. It was wonderful to be home again. He fastened his traditional, orange cape, and brushed off his armor - he was in formal gear - nothing less for the honor of he High Priest. He took a deep breath, and walked into the chambers of the High Priest. He ran a hand through his now white hair, and gently walked over towards the large window within the ancient room. The room was wondrous, lit up by numerous glowing fires, creating a calm, yet proud atmosphere in the room. His icy blue eyes looked out through the window, looking at the beautiful, peaceful landscape - the rolling plains of fresh, green grass, and the blue waters of the Ashlan Ocean. He folded his hands in front of him, and waited, patiently. He did not have to notify the High Priest that he was there, for he already knew he was in the audience chamber, and patience was a virtue.:.