Poinsettia

The Highest Order

"Upon visiting, I encountered the leader and founder of the fist location of this mountain commune; Poinsettia as he calls himself. He is the eldest among them all, and seemingly very wise. He took me by the volunteered hand through the buildings, speaking to all with a soft voice that's soft like delicate downy feathers of songbirds, sweet like fresh spring honey, and smooth with his words as expensive red velvet.
His body is small in frame, and despite his old age he is healthy and lively. Poinsettia is the highest order of priest in the commune, preaching and giving out blessings, advice, sermons and the sorts. He is the one who pieces the broken back together, the one who heals the broken hearts, loves the unloved and peace and order bestower upon all within; they follow his word and rule to the inth degree with utmost importance.

Strangely enough, despite his sweetness he does his best to hide some form of poor temperament and "sinful rage" according to him, though there are cracks which it seeps out. I observed an incident when the rage released when a young whelp vandalized a statue. He then later apologized to the young one and retired to his room to pray and beg for forgiveness.

Beyond that note, he and the others were very hospitable and brought upon utmost care and respect to visiting folks who needed a place to lodge other than in the wilderness. They have an almost hotel like building built by their residence for visitors and possible new members to be inaugurated." - Unnamed Traveler
(Execuse mt poor sloppy writing rn I'm still working on it)