[color=f49ac2][h3] [b] Ayel Raunefeldt [/b] [/h3][/color]

[i]The Aelios temple.[/i]

How it irked him, he had only taken a few steps from his home-in-progress when his legs reminded him of their delicate nature. Why could he not take his carriage to the shrine? It was of course understandable. At least fourty percent of Dawnhaven was afflicted by those filthy mountain-dwelling barbarians, who worshipped the snow as a sign of their witch of a goddess. 

He felt a momentary disgust build within, it was that or he was about to throw up. Had he by mistake eaten a second rate cheese? Impossible. He was beyond making errors. 

The ever observative and clever noble concluded it had to be the very air itself, having been made worse by all those barbarians panting and grunting. Ayel vouldn't help but feel a sense of dread. What if he had inhaled air that had been in the lungs of someone poor... or worse. Lunarian. 

He shook his head swiftly. The goddess was with him, protecting his every step. 

He felt his footing on the icy road almost send him falling, but he regained his balance quickly. 

A sign. Aelios was watching him. She had to. What other choices did she have? He was leagues above everyone else, with his wealth, looks and intellect.


Ayel proceeded up to the main door of the Aelios temple. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"Doors."[/b][/color] He said calmly and reached up to move his troublesome curled renegade bang from his face. Upon having waited for five seconds, which were four seconds too long, the nobleman grunted. 

How undignifying. That he would have to open a door himself, but in the same moment he had felt despair, he felt a surge of energy. Of course! Aelios wanted him to open the door to her chambers. They were after all basically married. 

Surely her priesthood had used holy water to clean the handles in case that beast-tamer or some other lower form of life would come by for some much needed guidance in their wicked existance. Ayel place both his hands on the handles of the door and pushed. And pushed. 

The door was not budging. Had someone locked him out? Perhaps one of those barbaric brutes had taken his goddess holy site hostage? 

With renewed determination, the nobleman exhausted some of his usually dormant physical prowess. Yet the doors remained in place. 

Perhaps he had missed something? Oh who were he trying to deceive? Of course he couldn't miss anything, except the Aurelian capitol. There were however some puzzle which was in need of solving, only one which he alone could figure out. Aelios priesthood obviously knew, but that was a reward for their faith, not because they were as smart as him. 

The nobleman pulled... and the doors opened. He felt an overwhelming sense of triumph, that this obstacle which would have been unsolvable by those thickheaded northern louts, had been solved by his brilliance so quickly. 

To pull instead of pushing. It did remind him how his charisma, how he always managed to gather a crowd of people atound him. Jealous and angry people. Though he felt a slight bit of understanding, even if he would never allow himself to think of being in their shoes. He would be jealous of himself too. 

Ayel stepped into the hall and inhaled deeply. The holy site could use some big rework. Maybe a proper statue of Aelios and himself. But where would he find a stonemason and sculptor in this severely lacking town? It was in this moment that the very self-aware nobleman became even more aware that there were no priestess, servant or bathing assisting maid greeting him. 

All he could see was some man which he assumed had gotten lucky to be stationed at the temple. 

Ayel narrowed his eyes, scanning the man over. He wasn't Lunarian was he?  The nobleman proceeded to check the man.  He had no unibrow or were scratching for lice, or seemed ape-like. That meant he were likely Aurelian. But even with this revelation, the ever prepared nobleman would have his napkin ready. Commoners had an universal smell of stables or of an outhouse. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"You there! Guard. Yes, you. The scruffy looking one  I, Marquess Ayel Raunefeldt, command you to go and fetch me the best washing-maid in service to Aelios. My time is precious, so make it quick. I have some very important things to talk with my best friend about, the prince that is. Well? Chop chop." 
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He clapped his gloved hands together. 

[color=f49ac2][b]"I will find the changing room myself."[/b][/color] He raised his head and nose, walking over to what he suspected were the changing rooms. Even in the wrong, he was certain that he was right. 

He turned the handle on the door leading into Tia's private chambers.