Titian escorted Redrick first not to the temple of Pholtus (or what remained of it after the quake) nor to the shrine of Pelor, but instead to the small cottage on the outskirts of the city that had become the center of the Ko'Mai'Nu. Titian walked with purposeful, slow strides as he sought to match the steps of the battered man. That he had taken a moment to shed tears had not bothered the monk, and he waited passively for the fit to end before offering a small clean cloth from his satchel to replace the used and monogrammed one given to the man by Legoless. Titian did not have any reason to hurry. His mind was burdened by many things, and it was not his way to hurry without cause regardless. The sky had darkened considerably during the last of this walk, once he had split off from his compatriots, but it was still light enough to see by. Nevertheless, the monk uttered a short prayer and his walking stick shrunk. The top of it curved round the hand of the monk and thinned while the bottom grew thick and fat, the colors shifting from the chestnut of the wood to the gray of burnished metal. Glass panes erupted from the middle of the bottom portion and set themselves into place, completing the formation of a lantern. Another prayer lit the wick and Titian nodded his head as he looked to Redrick. "A little farther, my brother, and you will find sustenance and peace. I apologize for the trouble of the walk.' Redrick nodded dully and continued to follow dutifully.
They reached the outpost not more than ten minutes later. A small, rustic cottage with an attached dormitory, simple but properly made. The cottage had a thatched roof of newly cut grass, still more green than tan, and the walls were made of a simple plaster set with wooden beams still visible. Two windows, one to a receiving room and one to the kitchen, bore the welcoming glow of firelight. Outside there was a bustle of activity. A section that had been cleared, leveled, and prepared lay in front of the dormitory. It contained row after row of simple sacks stuff with hay for sitting upon, and at its center was a woman dressed as a monk with several adherents next to her. A bubbling pot of rice porridge was set up beside her as well as a cauldron of water with leaves for tea making, and a few dozen men, women, and children from the town sat and awaited instruction. Some seemed dismissive, and others new to the practice and nearly confused, but most sat with the purpose of those who were eager to participate. Titian reached into a nearby trunk and produced two cloth-wrapped bundles, before guiding Redrick and himself to a seat. He uttered another prayer and the lantern he held transformed into a cushion, which he placed on the seat for Redrick before allowing him to sit. 'It is no evil, to seek a small comfort in a time of need, brother. The lifestyle of an ascetic is a choice, not a chore.' He smiled kindly at the man and opened the cloth bundle before him, revealing three bowls that were similar, though more crude than, to the ones in his satchel for travel. He gently lead Redrick in doing the same, and then sat in quiet contemplation of the monk and the adherents. Redrick sat aimlessly, likely still too shocked to do much beyond exist. Titian wished he too could simply exist.
Titian followed along as the monk-chef lead them in the Oryoki. He said the prayers, received the Dharma from the adherents, and performed his parts of the ritual. He was troubled, however, that he could not still his mind. He had been called to come to this town, Mado Curas, by Soto-dath herself. He could not have read the signs any other way. He knew she had sent him to the guild. As a tempering influence? As a guide? As merely another member to ensure victory in their mission? To end it, if the guild strayed from the Way? Titian's thoughts and questions bubbled out of his conscience mind like a waterfall, and in that moment he hated himself. The struggle is long, and hard, and I must remember that peace is the journey, not the destination. He took a deep breath and centered himself again. He still was troubled by not knowing his purpose here. He thought to the actions he had seen in the last month by his compatriots and shivered in anger. It is a necessary evil when one takes a path that leads to the suffering of some for the salvation of others. But are the actions of these interlopers necessary? I cannot fathom in what way they were. He shook his head and centered himself again. It had been many moons since he had sat with disquiet until it left him, and many years since he had done so for an entire night, but Titian was prepared to do so. He opened his eyes briefly to look around, and noticed that already the adherents had cleared everything, and everyone, with Redrick and others who lacked a home already in the dormitory. It was dark, now, except for the lanterns lighting the outside of the compound and the road to town less than a mile away. Titian closed his eyes again, and prepared to sit until his mind no longer roiled with questions and doubt.
*Titan can sit, or meditate, for hours, so feel free to reply to this stopping by that evening or in the following morning*