Ardasa made a beeline for the temple of the elements. Perhaps that was the most likely to contain the northern pantheon. Each of the three gods are associated with an element, Scen with flowing water, Arda with unshakable metal, and Hetuis with vast and shifting earth. The dragons, their guardians and enforcers, keep fire between all of them. Truth be told, they have a hand in all of the categories of the Hekaga temples, but it would be easiest to start in the broadest category. She had grabbed Ternoc's hand and nearly dragged him along with her, to the shouts and complaints of their guards.

The inside was nowhere near as majestic as that of the fire temple, but it made Ardasa calm in the way that only the presence of the gods could. She searched between statue after statue, all of kobold-ized forms of dracon gods. Where was it? Relief flooded over her as she spotted, in a far corner, a familiar symbol. Two vertical lines, drawn next to each other, surrounded by a circle. A simple drawing, but a complete one, easily depicting the three gods when a statue could not be made available. Perhaps the kobolds living here do not prefer the northern pantheon anymore. Upon a large rock taking the place of an official altar lays the corpse of a snake. A representation of the undead snake, Hetuis, and a warning of the futility of escaping death.

Ardasa let go of Ternoc's hand, which she had been gripping with near vice-like intensity, and dropped to her knees before the altar. "Come, join me," she said, looking up at Ternoc's standing form and beckoning with a claw. "It won't do to pray alone. If there aren't at least two voices, then prayer is worthless."