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Ship wrecked upon a lonely beach, Sailen felt lost and stranded. Injured and without any food or source of shelter he pushed on in whatever direction it was that felt right. For several miles he traveled and night was setting in, Sailen knew if he couldn't find shelter soon his life would end that night. Losing hope and strength he pulled his fatigued body upon one last hill. Thats when he saw them, the lights of Gnisis. With the flame of hope sparked again he summed up the energy to sprint toward the town in excitement, collapsing through the doors of the temple and quickly passing out. Hours later he awoke to find his health returned by the local priests, and so to this day he returns there every month to pay tribute to the temple, and the memory of lord vivec's ashmask that they have kept alive.