A tall black spire stood at the heart of Virith-Anash.
It stood out amongst the rest of the buildings, standing tallest and overlooking the city that touched the Crimson Sea.
It was the Temple of the Goddess of Light.
Every evening, the emissaries of the Church left to collect payments from the merchants around.
Each region of the city had a required quota to meet in order to keep things running. In such a dangerous and unforgiving place, safety was hard to maintain. Especially since the threats that tried to break into the city didn't come from just the monsters.
Within the large hall of the Temple, several groups had already gathered.
They were the emissaries, all coming back from the daily collection period.
From among the groups, the team leaders stepped forward, each one marked by their gray clothes. They all handed over the collective payment they received from the merchants outside.
"31,305 Solas? That just narrowly puts you in first place."
