On the longest night of the year, Exemplar Domas Onaitis kept a vigil, guarding the Eternal Flame that burned in one of the Holy City's most celebrated plazas.
The Eternal Flame burned in a basin of blessed oil more than three paces across and half as deep, covered in gold leaf and shining like the sun even in the middle of Midwinter's night. Fat flakes of snow danced above the flame in the complex currents of air, carried upward by the very warmth that would eventually destroy them if they drifted too close to the flame.
Domas could have stood his vigil anywhere in the Holy City of Staigue. Even on a cloudy night like tonight, there was no place within the city walls or for a dozen leagues beyond them that his arrows wouldn't fall, but this year, he chose the Plaza of the Eternal Flame to keep watch through the longest night of the year.
