"Your meals will be provided for you. The Temple has more than enough supplies to see to your needs until we can trust you enough to...fend for yourself, as it were." Nodding to himself, Wolfram moves confidently to the side of the Griffin, his great clawed hand moving to the satchel. The hand attempts to open the satchel once, twice, and failing both times Wolfram merely secures a grip on the bag and gives a massive tug, snapping the strap holding it. The arm itself spasms slightly holding the bag, though whether from the artifact within or merely due to its own inherent nature is a mystery that shows none at all on Wolfram's face. Holding the bag at an extended arm's length, Wolfram turns back to the malformed man before him, giving a slight bow.<br/><br/>"I will give apology for this behavior on our part, for the Temple does not take prisoners and this is not the treatment of a guest. I assure you outside of the necessary conditions you will be given every courtesy available to a normal guest, within reason. But first, we must begin again formally. I am Brother Wolfram Hart, head Librarian and Archivist of the Temple. By what title do you name yourself?"