The temple's entrance was strewn with tapestries, detailing magnificent battles atop the very mountains they were traversing. Pillar-bound stone ceilings overlooked what slowly came together as a story. Each parchment, albeit torn and aged to the point of bare shapes, showed a man harnessing the power of wind itself to fend off a series of threats. Monsters of various shapes and sizes, poachers who looked to rob the temple of its riches, and a titanic figure that stood several stories high over the parchment's hero.

	As they made their way deeper into the temple, the parchments ended, and a large door revealed itself as it fell into the range of Jenso's light. Several intricate carvings flowed through the stone like snakes, tying into one another and ending at each other's tails. There was no visible key hole, or device to get through, but the stone seemed frail. The temple of wind was old, after all. Unfortunately, the only way through seemed to be desecration of its beautiful design.