Chay couldn't help but feel ever-so-slightly nervous from the conversation, even though he's able to see alright in the darkness he would hate going through the mines... explosions tend to cause cave-ins. "Oi, I think we're up for the task. If it won't be much, I do request any maps of the mine created until the production stopped," he says with the normal salute as well as holding his helmet for the initial bow, somewhat still wishing to keep his horns on the down-low even though the higher-ups have a high chance of knowing already.<br/><br/>After leaving with or without the map, and a low bow again, Chay heads to the streets to find his pickpocket friend if possible while heading torwards the area his arcanist friend resides in, knowing that she'd at least enjoy the capabilities of being able to take something down with magic instead of living with a lack of violence. "Eyh," he says whilst giving a small wave to a vendor, looking at the produce and licking his lips from the look of a strawberry.<i>'Mmm... tastey strawberries...'</i>he thinks to himself. Suddenly a though springs to mind and he resumes his small trek torwards his friend, walking up to the temple's door not too long after.<br/><br/>With a knock on the door, he hopes he doesn't get one of the riddle-speakers at the door. Last time he talked with one, it was only a few minutes before he almost threw a punch. "Damn scripters..." he mutters to himself and gazes upward at the top of the door. "Cersei, I hope you're up for something that involves darkness and mysterious obstacles."