Jalik's Crossing Relin stepped outside the church, wiping the sweat from his brow. He had been assisting with surgery for the better part of the afternoon. The day had since faded, the last bits of light disappearing behind the horizon. Storm clouds brewed over the woods behind the church, ominous growls of thunder coming every couple of minutes. The wind had begun to pick up as The young cleric sat down on the old wooden bench outside the church by the wood way. The streets were abandoned, and the area had a deserted feel to it given its location in the outskirts of the village. Relin had been awake since before dawn and was exhausted but found it difficult to muster to motivation to make it back to the small room he stayed in behind the church. Instead, he leaned back against the stone wall that ran along the road way in front of the church. His head went to the holy symbol around his neck as it often did when he was bored. Something stirred within himself. He couldn't place a finger on it. He was still new to his order and found it difficult to hear the quiet whisperings of his good. He continued to look out into the distance at nothing in particular as he contemplated what had happened. “Maybe it was nothing…” he said a moment later.