[h1]Temple[/h1]

	Kistal would arrive to see a man in a white robe come around a corner hallway. The man under the hood gave the satyr an inquisitive look, yet it seemed to amuse him more than anything. 

	"Hey, hey! I do believe if my services are being sold, that maybe [i]I[/i] should be the one selling it, hm?" the robed man asked. It belonged to a hooded priest that sauntered up behind Ren, placing a hand on her shoulder and pulling the hood back. It was Sahale, with the same smug grin as always. "I don't ask for much but I do remember something about mentioning to stay away from this guy before, haven't I?" he asked Ren with a withering look, though he didn't seem upset. He turned back to Allanon as he cast off the robe he was disguised in towards him. "Here, that young priest might want that back later, he's, uh, 'tied up' with something at the moment. Now, if you would kindly remove that death grip on your sword I'd be happy to talk business if you desire.... for the proper fee of coarse. If not, I [i]do[/i] have quiet the busy schedule here today."

	When Kistal started to approach, another man in a robe met him, it was the skinny old priest that met with Allanon when they had first arrived. "Good day, traveled one. What brings you to our humble temple?" When Kistal explained his purpose, the old man turned his head to the small group that was forming down the hall. "Ah yes, Madame Valia. The man there found her after an attack, and brought her here to our healers. Luckily there were some Red Saints in town to fix her up before there was any permanent damage. A Miss Neev and Master Vog. The healer is resting now, but we are still trying to piece together what is happening ourselves. Do you happen to know anything perchance, sir?" The priest asked genuinely. "There have been a number of disappearances lately, I'm sure it is related somehow. The chief should be in the square shortly to address this travesty. Till then, you are welcome here, friend." The priest gave Kistal a small bow and waited for a response. If none should come he would make his way to go back about his duties.


[h1]Inn[/h1]

	Allard from the back felt a chill enter the room. He turned to see an Isoli woman enter his tavern. He rested an elbow on the counter and his knuckles on his waist. "Well I'll be... ain't seen an Isoli round these parts fur years. Ya must be parched, I'll get cha sum water on tha house," he said as he went to the back room. Hilde was surprised yet again, now there was an Isoli woman too? So many new people in town today, and from so many places! The woman cut straight to the point, bidding a welcome and then going straight to her requests for a room and a drink. Oddly, it was directed to Kistal, which she wasn't sure why. Satyrs weren't from around this area, so it only seemed obvious to Hilde that she should think he wasn't working here. But it was no problem to Hilde, she just simply tried to redirect Maeve's question to herself or her father, or at least, she tried. 

	"Well, actually, may father and I can help yo-" she started with a little bow, but it was oo late. the Satyr had already seemed to had lost his temper, oddly quickly to Hilde, and told the girl off before storming out of the tavern. Hilde had a bit of a confused and dumbfounded look for a moment before she recovered and sheepishly laughed the situation over. "Ah-, I'm uh, sorry about that. He doesn't actually work here, this tavern is owned by my father. I- I can get you situated if you would like." she said with another little bow, leading her to a table or the bar, whichever Maeve would prefer. It was probably an odd sight though, since she just got back from her temple guard duty, she was still in her armor.