Michael, Ollie, and Knights Laird and Blake spent the next several weeks going from village to village on the path toward the Knight Captain's base of operations in the central town of Greathollow. The pattern was much the same as it had been in the previous ones. They would arrive, Michael would heal any injured, and then they would work together with the local knights and militia to close all the nearby rifts before they moved on and repeated the process. The majority of rifts were those of the horned men and lizardfolk, but there was the same spattering of seemingly random monstrosities all throughout the others. No village was dealing with less than three rifts at a time, though some had fared better than others. Only one had needed to be completely evacuated due to a lack of protectors and significant damage caused by a rift appearing just outside its gates and overwhelming them. Their visits left the villages fortified and renewed and Michael took the time to bless whatever diviners they had on hand with a recovery blessing, finding that his limit seemed to be increasing almost on pace with when he needed them.At the villages Michael also took the time to explain the gods and their role in everything to everyone who would listen. Most were too worried with the practical to take him seriously at first, but once he sealed their rifts and healed their friends and family, they were much more receptive to what he had to say.It was late in the evening when Greathollow came into view. It was a fairly large town, mostly new construction from what Michael could tell at a distance, and true to the name it was built in a massive divot in the ground making him feel like he could’ve simply leapt onto a few of the roofs near the edge if he had the right angle on them. In fact, he thought he did see a few people on one of the roofs.The town was bustling, with a number of traders, knights, squires, soldiers, and militia passing them as they (...)