Dathaten smiled when he finished. "You've had quite the day, Master Rathatayen."
"I'm not eager to go cliff-climbing again, and I wish I hadn't lost my jacket, but otherwise it wasn't so bad," Rath replied. He wasn't getting beaten in an alleyway or struggling to come up with fifteen slick.
"Well, I think your first task is to go find food and drink. When you've done that, come see me again."
Rath frowned, but he wasn't about to argue with that kind of order. "Yes, Most Holy. Thank you." He bowed low, then left and went back the way he'd come. In the general sanctuary, another priest directed him to where he could find food.
He'd never been so happy to sit down in his life, and the food put in front of him almost made him cry. He wolfed it down, barely noticing when more was piled on, save to say thank you. Only after he'd cleared the plate three times did Rath finally stop eating.
"You were hungry a bit, weren't you, then?"