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When Rilean reached the temple of his god, he found himself in a large room packed with people. It seemed that most of them didn't even know who Melchor was or what his teachings were about. In the center stood an elderly man in old, tattered clothes. - We live in these chains called "Ilinar," and every day we suffer because we cannot free ourselves from them! We pay them tribute called taxes, follow laws that the Inner Council makes up as it pleases, our people starve and die for no reason...
Rilean decided to approach and listen to what the old man was talking about. His words didn't appeal to him, but perhaps he hadn't yet understood what was going on.