[center][color=7bcdc8]Elleonora Alnara[/color][/center]

 [color=7bcdc8]“Ohh yeah…”[/color] The cleric suddenly said, when the mage and some of the group started talking about assurances for the job. She smiled and rubbed her temples for a moment. Seems like the lack of proper food and rest during the few days in the desert was affecting her. That and the fact she usually did business with simple villagers who were in need of help. Frankly she had never went on a job that pays so well. Only once she did a job for a mage guild up north, but that was for a different type of job entirely.

 [color=7bcdc8]“And I knew it… temple buried in the desert… usually not a good thing of worship.”[/color] She said as she quickly took off her right gauntlet.[color=7bcdc8]” Just a drop of blood, right?”[/color] She asked in confirmation as she reached back to her hammer and pressed on one of the very sharp edges on it, causing blood to start dripping of her index finger, before she placed it above the orb to mark it.[color=7bcdc8]” This is it, right? I propose we stock up on healing potions and other things of need. Now if you excuse me for a moment, have something I need to do, will meet you all outside.” [/color]She said and left the table, moving over to the tavern keeper.
[color=7bcdc8]
 “Good day, kind sir, I would like for you to get me two buckets of clean water, please. Also can you fill one my waterskins with wine and the other with also clean water?”[/color] She said as the man clearly gave her a questioning look. She could have used the town’s well for the buckets, but frankly she didn’t want to bother with waiting in the line. For in towns such as this one the wells were very crowded thing.

 After her order was done, she paid the man, attached the waterskin with water to her belt and the other she put in her backpack. Then she took the two buckets and walked out of the tavern.” I will leave them by the door.” She informed the keeper and walked out the door, seeing a curious sight, a big fluffy direworlf! 

[color=7bcdc8] “Well, I haven’t seen one of those in ages! So adorable, that’s your mount? What's his name?”[/color] She asked the knight as he appeared to be the owner.[color=7bcdc8]” Here then, some water for him. He must be getting really thirsty with that fur.” [/color]The cleric said and put one of the buckets in front of the animal. She planned to use both of them to wash up, but one was enough.

 Without losing any more time, she took the bucket she had left and rose it above herself, pouring all the water on her head, effectively washing away all the sand from her hair and face, also most of her armor. In the desert sun she was going to by dry in matter of minutes anyways.[color=7bcdc8]” That’s better~”[/color] She whistled to herself, her wet hair clinging to her neck and armor.

[center][color=ed1c24]Kalista Neles Ka Valesti[/color][/center]

 Kalista had a rather curious time with the current situation. The group was quite filled with interesting characters. She never expected to meet so many far off travelers out here in the desert, but it happened. As she had been told, adventurers are everywhere and never stop moving. She herself was from the far east so she was also one of the foreigners to these lands.

 As the other gave the blood to mark the stone, she reached into her small backpack and pulled a very small knife. With it she made a very small wound in her finger, enough so a few drops of blood fall and moved it over to orb also. She was used to dealing with magic guilds, but this was the first time one actually brought such artifact. Usually it was just blood pacts on parchments. 

 After that she quickly walked outside only to find herself face to face with a big wolf.[color=ed1c24]” Eeeeeeeh!?”[/color] She made a surprised sound as she almost jumped back! Was this thing always here?! How in oblivion she missed it when she entered the tavern!? Her usual interaction with loves was they want to eat her. It took her a few moments to realize this one was tamed.[color=ed1c24]” Wait… do you use it as a mount?”[/color] She asked the knight, seeing the saddle. It was then that she heard the cleric appear from behind them. Why was she carrying those buckets? Kalista blinked a few times when the northern woman simply poured the water on herself.[color=ed1c24][i]’ Different cultures…’ [/i][/color]She thought. She also just realized how white the cleric’s skin was under the caked sand. 

[color=ed1c24] “So… what will we do now?”[/color] The wizard asked, throwing a look around the group. They had a limited time before the sand buried the temple again, but they also couldn’t really just rush this job. Temple of evil god, undisturbed for gods know how long.[color=ed1c24]” We need a lot of supplies…”[/color]