The Wraith nodded their head and stepped back, vanishing back into the shadows beyond the sight of others m. Even if they tried to look for the Wraith, it somehow managed to vanish from the temple. The storm continued to brew outside, thundering and pouring constant rain onto the stonework. Occasionally they may hear something scratching at the door, but nothing would open it unless the others choose too.

Aside from the wooden pews which seemed sturdy enough to be used as benches or beds, there was an altar to the end of the temple, with a brazier before it. The brazier has naught but ash and dust, with nothing left to kindle even a small ember. And aside from the pews there was’t anything else around that could be used to start a fire. There was however two open cooridors slightly hidden behind some ruined curtains; where they led was a mystery.