Cloistered

Temple of The Wandering

Islana and Madaya were led by a beaming Agizul through the gates of the city towards the temple. Hundreds of people filled the streets and those that watched the trio looked on with interest and wonderment. Her flaming red hair gathered as many stares and whispers as the sight of a young Ozainae child that looked like she had been travelling the desert.

The Water-Bearer did his best to take routes less walked. The priority was to get them both to the sanctuary of the living quarters next to the temple. A wing was always dedicated to the penitents of the Pilgrimage of Bones. Even at night she could tell the city was ancient.

Kaithak flew into the night sky, as soon as they entered the city. Islana hesitated in reaching out to him, she was not ready yet to reach into her powers. The malevolent presence of the Skara Hivemind seemed to haunt her still.

An hour later Agizul led them through a side gate into the cloisters of the living quarters. Every priest they encountered, after the initial shock of seeing that one of the two was a foreign with red hair fell to their knees, in worship.

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Tamazzalt was still standing in the square watching the funeral pyre burn when word reached him. Two penintents had reached the Obelisk of Fate and had been brought in by Agizul. He nodded at first slowly but quickly smiled looking up to the skies giving praises to the Yther and Viher and turned away from the fire.

It was all he could do from stopping from slamming the messenger with his powers. He silently cursed as a blind fury and rage built inside his heart.