As each second pass, Avan continued to grow closer to the temple, taking the path that the canine had showed him. He wondered what kind of creature was this thing and what to call it. He never seen a beast like this, but he was glad that it was not hostile towards him or some sort of monster. Taking out his grimoire, he took note of the creature’s appearance and a quick sketch, but then he heard a feminine voice in front of him once he neared the Martel Temple and placed his book back at his side. A red haired woman dressed in black and white clothing stood in his path, blocking his way to the temple. His eyes trailed to her hand resting on the sword hilt and he stumble back a little, raising his hands up in defense.
 
“A-Ah, wait a second please! I’m not a Desian.” Avan replied, his heart racing at the possibility of being attacked again and the canine beside him whined. “I’m a researcher from Triet and I was on my way to this temple to study it. I didn’t know today was the day the Chosen was supposed to receive the Oracle, so I guess that’s something extra.” He said with a smile and then glanced around the area and behind him. Since the woman had mentioned the Chosen, he guessed that she have not arrived yet.

“If you need proof, I have the paperwork of my profession and purpose for heading to the temple in here.” Avan patted the bag hanging behind his back. “Are you one of the temple guards or…” He paused, observing the woman with a calm expression as he had forced himself not mention her being a Half-Elf, like him. With the partial Elven blood that coursed through him, he was able to detect faint hints of magical qualities in the woman, just like the Half-Elven residents that hid in Triet when he was younger. It was one of the ways other Half-Elves and Elves were able to tell what race each other were. “Never mind. My name is Avan. May I enter the Martel Temple, miss?” he asked politely and smiled, trying not show any hostility.