Lorenor... The Holy Light commanded him. He blinked as he was looking at his son and the villagers for a moment. "Hold folks. Something is wrong..." Lorenor commanded. Rescue the one near the river....I command it... Then The Holy Light went silent. He nodded. "Go back to town my son. Ready some healers, The Holy Light commands, and so I must go." He said calmly to his son and allies. Once they returned to their village...Lorenor was on the move.

He adjusted the great sword across his back, he was able to wield a great sword and shield with his Thayne's Grip power.

A blessing of the light.

He knew what The Holy Light commanded, someone was in danger and needed to be saved. He made his way towards the nearby river, it was a few yards away from the rocky outcropping he'd been meditating on. He carefully made his way towards the river, when he began to sense a lost soul. One who yearned for more. Lorenor could see someone ahead and they were in trouble, struggling. The Crusade called and so he answered.