Bris was up the front door he'd been about to push it open when a voice caught him a little off guard. [color=indigo]"Hey kid, you seen some fellow runnin' around over here?"[/color] He turned and look towards the larger man. 

"Yes, your friend just slipped behind you ran off back towards the parade." He pointed back up the alley he had come through. "I'd go know, the crowd at the parade would make him very hard to find."

[center][color=lightblue][I]"Go ahead, you are the chosen, you can open the doors. I would open them for you, but I cannot get to them."[/I][/color][/center] The voice said in his mind, Lux smiled placing a hand on each door giving it a hard push they swung wide open at the young strong shove. With that he stepped into the temple, his eyes wandering along murals and paintings that decorated it. He tapped his sword hilt as he walked, impressed with how perfect it looked and the condition of the place.

He snapped his eyes, he knew where the item he most wanted to see was, the Master Sword. A weapon, a legend, and something the heroes had shared a connection to, the thing they all had in common. As Bris neared it, the hall widened and he could see her, a young girl sitting near the Master Sword. Bris let his sword had dropped away as walked in and sat down a couple feet from her. "So... I'm assuming your the one who asked me here?" He said, his eyes resting on the Master Sword, he wished he could know what it was like to hold the weapon.