The rider from before had easily made her way into the temple and, when none of the priests seemed to be looking her way, easily entered into the cloister of trials. It was like she was a shadow, just a whisper passing by. The priests hadn't seemed to notice her at all. She'd made her steps down the hall long before the tall woman from before and her friends had entered the sanctuary. Her pale hands rubbed the temple's hall's interior and she inhaled. Ah... it felt so... familiar here somehow. Not like a home, but like she'd seen this place once before. Hm... yes... just up ahead she would see for herself.

She pulled her hood down, freeing her long black and blue high ponytail. With a slight stretch and a sigh, the pale woman padded down the halls toward the area she needed to be, curiously picking up strange, discolored spheres along the way. They seemed to be for some old traps or old puzzles, but now the glow they once held to signify their relevance was long dead. Seeing their lack of color sent a twinge of dis-ease in the riders belly. Her glowing blue eyes scanned the walls until they found an encave just big enough to fit the sphere. She held the sphere closer to her face, squinting. There was indeed still a very faint glow now that she looked closer. Perhaps, then, that meant it would still work. Gingerly, the pale woman inserted the sphere. With a groan, the rock door pulled open into the hub between the prayer room and the cloister of trials. Perking her head up, the rider walked within.