Alberich sits down in the chair nearest the fire. Sits, but doesn't relax - his posture remains military. "They call it the Temple of the Lord of Light. But the priests are Sunpriests, and they worship Vkandis, yes. All religions are accepted in Valdemar." His voice drops slightly, to suit the weight of his next words. "Though some find it best not to draw much attention."

Trainee Zuko, of course, will not be able to escape drawing attention. Captain Alberich, a man of no political consequence, had drawn more than enough himself. He has been accepted, more or less - the benefit of serving in combat on Valdemar's behalf, and of making himself a niche in which he's proven his skill (and which very few people think to consider him outside of). But there's still mistrust, from some quarters. The older nobles and the border lords. People whose families were killed in wars with Karse or the Tedrels. And that's for Weaponsmaster Alberich, the simple warrior. Not Prince Zuko. Valdemar is an accepting land, for the most part, but he will not pretend Zuko has a smooth road before him.

But he will, at least, have the Companions and Heralds to accompany him on it. They trust Alberich. And they know that if another Karsite has been Chosen, he can be trusted too.