The temple was dark and vast; even those with darkvision would notice the darkness extending well beyond the range of their sight, with the stainglass windows doing more to dull any light coming in rather than extending it. Not that there was much sunlight anyways considering the storm that was now brewing outside. As the last of the four came in, a ghostly voiced called out to them. [b][i]"Please close the door."[/i][/b] Walking calmly towards the four came a tall, [url=https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/326/111/large/scott-webber-dark-souls-dark-wraith-2.jpg?1482452043]skeletal looking warrior[/url]. Their voice was a mix of a man and a woman, as if two were speaking at the same time. [b][i]"Please, do not be alarmed. This is a safe place. A sanctuary. Rest here, if you would, but do not brandish your weapons in this holy place. To defile this hallowed ground with the violence that permanents these lands..."[/i][/b] The lone figure stood there watching for their reactions, and after a few seconds introduced themselves. [b][i]"I am merely a wraith... A dark shadow of what I once was. Now here I serve. I am afraid that beyond the shelter of the walls and the pews, there is nothing to accommodate you with. The food has long since spoiled, and the only water would be the salt rain outside. But if you simply require rest, than you are welcomed... So long as you keep the peace."[/i][/b]