The track, and how he got back on it

[Arolith]

Arolith had been drunk for days. He had been a menace for Serpent's Hold. Wearing nothing but a kilt and one boot, he had been raging around the town picking fights with all the residents and merchants alike. Even though he was practically naked, men armored and armed to the teeth were no match for him. His veins were surging with the Wrath of Dennac. He felt his Lords presence in him, stronger than ever, but still something was a miss. Arolith wasn't satisfied. Something was wrong, he didn't know what. He looked at his knuckles, they were all sore and bloody. Pounding any armor with your bare fists wasn't that smart. His knuckles ached and he needed something to kill the pain. He walked in to the nearest inn and emptied a pitcher of ale in a matter of seconds. He still felt thirsty, but his knuckles weren't hurtin' that much anymore.

Esuna's smelly cunt ! What the hell is wrong with me, he yelled.

By the looks of what is under that kilt - nothin', said a woman scrubbing the floor next to Arolith. She had red hair and a body more lush than he had ever seen.

Arolith seemed to calm down a little and before he knew it the redheaded maid was dragging her through the alleys of Serpent's Hold in to an abandoned building close to the fortifications. There they found some hay piled up in a corner, near a few old crates. She almost pushed Arolith on his back. He had no objections to that.

After a night of pure pleasure, moaning, beastial screams and roars he finally fell asleep.

He woke up the next afternoon, the woman was gone. Too bad, a harlot like that should have been slain for seducing a Cultist. Who did she think she was, Arolith thought. He looked around, the building looked familiar. He remembered, that it had been a cult armory a long time ago. Last time he had been in these great halls, he was training to be a knight. He had trained towards priesthood before that, but as the Cult had needed knights he had answered the call of duty.

It all seemed crystal clear to him now. Priesthood. He had always been more spiritual and not as dimwitted as the other knights. That was his original destiny and it must have been Dennac's original purpose for him, he wouldn't have guided him here if it wasn't. He ran to the outskirts of the town where he had left his steed and armor.
He rummaged through his backpack, found a piece of parchment and started writing.

A letter to the Headpriest...