[Sitting at a wooden table inside the church of Sarenrae, with several opened holy tomes spread out from the golden robed pilgrim eagerly studying a text titled "The Cleansing fires of the faithful"]
Bamil discretely shifts his eyes to glance at anyone that may be watching him in this holy place. It has been more than a month of futile effort trying to locate the crime lord Gaedren Lamm by himself. Feeling his frustration growing, he has taken the advice of his family mentor and friend to seek answers in study so that the path will become clear. He reminded Bamil not to waste time that could be better spent understanding the ways of necromancy and how undead are controlled instead of watching the markets from sunrise to sunset each day.
Reading the tome again his interest peaks. He thinks that the cleansing fire aspect of the dawnflowers faithful could be applied in his magic with a bit more research and is a worthwhile use of time until he has a lead on Lamm. Today is the first time he has actually relaxed, probably due to the presence of a library filled with books, and the familiar golden robes of the clergy that take him back to his time in Osirion and of the order.
Reaching into his pocket and breaking off a bread crust to feed a small brown water rat that is nestled beneath the pilgrim robes. Nobody seems to notice this or the fact that the golden robes and black oiled hair seem to ripple like a small heatwave, briefly showing scruffy golden hair and faded red wizard robes before going back to normal.
While the rat chews the morsel Bamil thinks of how to draw on this "cleansing fire" from the dawnflower, and goes back to reading.