Brother Brimstone wandered through the desolate burnt village that once was Siramenor, a frown cast upon his face as his bare feet kicked aside ash and soot with each step. He sighed out, blade-staff in hand as he moved, following what he could now only assume was the road into the square of the village. He paused, burgundy eyes scanning over the bonfire square that so many ‘ame had sat and conversed.. it remained, even if it was damaged.. it remained. A gentle smile grew over his features as he moved over towards the bench, dusting off the ash with hand before seating himself.. his eyes scann