Sarm nods and thanks Amirel for welcoming him, and steps up to the pulpit, to look over the audience. He takes a moment to carefully gaze their reactions to his presence, but has already decided that it would be unwise not to take this opportunity.
With that, he begins to speak...
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"It has been quite some time... Some time since I was able to visit a proper Temple of Pelor for the pure joy of basking in his light. I know many listening to me now are skeptical of my quest, and whether I am just. I sometimes question that myself. I do know, that my quest has taken me far away from my home, and has already brought so many challenges to both my abilities and my conduct.
I originally began my quest with the intention of bringing Pelor's light to where it fails to shine on the Material Plane, coming from a land where the sun bathes the most. Being here now, in Sigil, in this Temple I see that even in a land where there is no sun, there are still those that push to bring Pelor's light here. It impresses me and makes me greatly happy to see that no corner can cast a shadow deep enough to block the sun's light.
Pausing for a moment, Sarm clasps his right hand, and then unfolds it to reveal a warm glow emitting, a very small and modest Daylight spell has been cast in demonstration of what he is about to say.
"Even if there is no sun in Sigil, let Pelor's light shine from yourselves, and let it be given to those lost in the darkness.
He tilts his palm forward, letting the light ease and break apart into smaller specks that glitter towards the audience and soon disappear as a way of giving image to the idea of giving the light.
Satisfied with the message that he has given, he decides to finish.
"Thank you for allowing me to visit and the opportunity to speak like this. Sir Amiriel, I give this audience back to you."
He moves back to the side now and turns to watch, next to Suvne. He has always been more of a do-er than a true teacher, and that was probably apparent in his delivery.