Aendell, at least, and any others who choose, head back to the square where all the mayhem had started. It is a short walk, and soon, they stand before the new edifice. It is in great shape, given the history of the former one and what tried to happen when they released the butterflies in celebration. They are not alone; others go to the shrine.
The cathedral's new stone walls rise from the square, its spire reaching toward a rare sunlit sky. Seabirds circle the tower, their cries mingling with the distant sound of crashing waves. The building's architecture is simple yet sturdy, designed to withstand the harsh coastal elements. Stained glass windows, though small and few, cast colorful patterns on the worn cobblestones.
A group of Sandpoint's citizens approach the cathedral, their excitement palpable. Women in rough-spun dresses and coarse shawls walk alongside men in patched tunics and worn leather boots. Children scamper about, their bare feet leaving dusty prints on the path.
As they near the cathedral, the visitors pause to admire the hand-carved wooden doors adorned with simple yet beautiful scenes of religious significance. The local carpenter's pride in his work is evident in every detail. Still marked a bit by the fire that destroyed the earlier church when it burned down.
Inside, the cathedral's interior is cool and dimly lit. Candles flicker in iron sconces, illuminating the rough-hewn stone walls. The pews are simple wooden benches. Around the building are arrayed alcoves for a variety of dieties. This church serves many faiths.
The few townspeople move through the space with a mixture of awe and reverence, their voices hushed as they take in the new building. For this poor coastal community, their new cathedral represents not only their faiths but also their collective achievement and hope for a brighter future.
