Miro steps out into the rain for a moment when nobody else is around. He finds looks about and the returns to the cave of the recently quieted dead. There he kneels into the dusty floor of the cavern and removes his hood. Form his pocket he pulls single blue candle he had purchased in Sandpoint. With a snap of his fingers it lights as he places it to the ground before him. "I speak to you great heavens this day with a heavy heart and even more burdened mind. Know my lord that with every magic I cast I do so in your name and in your glory. But today I speak to the lady of the Stars. Not in disrespect to you master of all the magic's in the world but to seek guidance from the lady of dreams herself. Desna, oh lady of the star, master of dreams, and watcher of the many rides I have traveled. I call to you this day with a worried soul. You have sent to me visions of the night most troubling and in my lack of wisdom I worry I may have mistaken it for a portent of ill omen from my home. Please great watcher of the realm of dreams guide me to the message I am too dim to understand." Miro then pulls Desna symbol from his click and lays it before the candle and closes his eyes.
