Only being at shoulder length to the dragonkin made her look to the left. This was to stave her instinct of being intimidated from first glance. Dragons and their kin were almost always more deadly. This fact kept her rapier in its sheath.

When he was done she turned her head to look at him. Who was he to be so confident? His blood was impure. "Hm.."
She looked at his stature. Not royalty by any means. But solid like a hardened warrior. The odor was not sweet that was for sure, and his blade's hilt looked partially faded in color. Worn, used and perhaps quite well to have this.. man. Still be alive. At least this was what she thought as she analyzed the dragonkin. His scar was exceptionally telling.

 "I suppose you don't seem the type to run often." She conceded with a hint of distaste. Her petite lips that protruded above her thin chin pursed instead of frowned now. Though her impatient posture never changed.

"Alright.." Gaien coughed out. With a uncharacteristic burst of energy he slapped his hands on his knees and lifted himself up effortlessly. He turned on a dime and began to march away from his spewed mess in the direction of the temple. He passed by the two rather swiftly, walking in more of a soldier like form. A sign of sobriety? 

Catching up to Gaien the three entered the Temple's two large and highly decorated doors. Angels and feathers carved into the doors with a breath taking design. The inside of the temple however was far more simpler. Several stone white pillars vertical to each other went down the far right and left walls with plants wrapping up their sides. To the far right was a desk where a handful of helmeted soldiers stood upright.

 At the desk sat a man in more decorated armor. Thicker in size, silver and markings engraved into his armor in gold and emerald green. His size was a bit formidable as well. His proportions being almost twice that of the average soldier around him. His hair was long and white and his horns that sat  on the sides of his head were like miniature antlers on a deer. His piercing yellow eyes shined like sunlight in the dim temple light. His hands swiftly and tirelessly inked letters onto paper.

Gaien approached the desk. Walking even more sternly than when outside the temple. "Sir." He said once reaching the front of the desk. The other soldiers standing side by side next to the man at the desk, who did not look up to see Gaien. "Yes?" He replied with a uninterested and occupied tone. "I have a mercenary looking for work. More specifically our work.." The mans pen stopped. The feathers on the ends of it seemed to move with a strange wind no one else could feel. He looked up, yellow pupils looking the dragon up and down. "I suppose that's fine.. What is your experience?" His voice was elegant and echoed like expanded vocals. His left eyebrow raised a little adding to his inquisitive expression.
[@Eisenhorn]

Smiling along with her Luna mutual projected a pleased feeling. A form of light within itself. "Despite your age you have the heart of a child it seems. This is good. For the light within us comes out stronger with purity." She let her little hand go as she began to stand up. Lifting herself up from her knelt position in one motion. 

She placed her hands together and hanged them to her center. "My attendance to the flame is complete for this day. The night will soon come." Her head turned to the sunlight at the final wording. "Let us descend to the lower levels." She took one final look at the Vrondi statue and bowed before turning and gently walking to the entrance / exit.

 The large wooden door was opened with a gentle push. It's hinges being loose and able to be opened from either side. The descending stairs were made of wood and covered in soft green moss. It went to the lower level where the shopping district and the temple was. The exit of this poorly lit stairwell ended with the entrance into the Temple. 

A direct doorway to the top entrance was inside the Temple behind the large stage and podiums where speeches were held. Within this temple now were bodies being cared for by over a dozen healers. Their garments were decorated with natural leaves and bones. The soldiers were stained with blood as they laid out on makeshift beds of feathers and grass. 

Their groans could be heard echoing inside the Temple. "This is tragic.. I may remain here to aid the hurt. They protect us. The least I can do is help.."[@WingsOfBronze]