Gorosk entered the temple quietly.  Erithar was not the god he had been raised to revere, Aeridun was yet even there he was taught to revere Aeridun not in a temple or by burning incense or reciting hymns.  He had been taught to worship by perfecting himself.  A seemingly impossible task for the Half-Orc.  So long as their god did not teach them to act counter to Aeridun's will Gorosk had no quarrel with them, or any worshiper.  

The Elf seemed less than interested in Erithar.  This would be an interesting venture.  Whatever their trial was to be it seemed likely to involve these borderlands, perhaps it was good the Elf was among them, perhaps it was good she had not made herself known earlier.  Tensions were alive already between himself and the Giant woman.  If they had gotten up to discussing the wars between their peoples perhaps they'd be at each other's throats now.  That would likely make their "redemption" in the eyes of man more difficult.

"I do not ascribe to this Erithar either, Tracan.  I worship Aeridun, but neither is a jealous God.  You are, I trust," he said gesturing to Marthan, "free to pray to whatever God you please here so long as your God is a Peaceful one."   

Gorosk walked a bit off to the side, cleared a place to sit, then settled in slowing his breath and trying to clear his mind for the journey ahead.  Whatever this trial would be it would be an opportunity to develop.