[center][color=c4df9b][h3]Maritza Verenna[/h3][/color][/center]
	With a grunt, Maritza slithered somewhat ungainly out of the cart they'd procured from the fort's supplies. The distance they'd needed to cover, and the speed at which they had done so would have been too far, too fast for the Naga to have kept up with the group on her own. Carefully navigating around the horses, the Knight Serpenta ignored their newest arrival and wove her way to front of the column to join Fanilly, Tyaethe and any other senior members of the order.

	[color=c4df9b]"If someone had a shard of [i]Angroron[/i] and bore it here with ill intent, my first assumption is that they would have simply tossed it down the well and into the moon pool. Can't imagine that [i][b]not[/b][/i] having any ill affects. Is there any way we can get down into the underground chamber? This is my first time here." [/color]Maritza half-commented, half-stated her thoughts aloud; the naga's head on a swivel of danger in spite of the shrine's serenity.