"Is there a temple in this city where the kobolds visit?" Ardasa asked. The temples had inspired within her prayer, and she wanted to see her gods again. "There are but three, and most of the northern tribes recognize them, though perhaps in many forms. Surely there must be a shrine to Scen and Arda in as large a city as this." There was no doubt in her mind that no kobold temple in the world was as large and ornate as this one. Fire spewed from countless sources, its pitch smoke billowing straight up to the roof without covering anything around it with soot. A nagging thought popped into her mind, images of holy priests solemnly passing through the flames without so much as a black mark. "Could . . . anyone pass through without harm?" she asked, imagining herself in their place. "So long as they weren't evil of heart?" She didn't think she was the evil sort. Perhaps it was for the flames to decide.