Calmly, a rather matronly servant goes to both the masked man as well as the armored bald monk milling about. To both she gives a kind smile and the same advice. Seek Brother Wolfram, in the libraries.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The door thuds beneath Morr's guntled hand, a guard calmly appearing above the gate. "What's your business, traveller? For what reason do you come?"<br/>Just as quickly another voice rolls out. "Oh lay off Daryl, the Temple doesn't turn away lone visitors and you know that. Even with the war stirring up in the Lowlands that holds true. Now open the damned gate so I can go on patrol as well."<br/><br/>With both grumbling from above and from the doors after the quik exchange, the gate swings calmly outwards, forcing Morr back a step. Past him rides an armored knight, grinning at the traveller beneath his helm as his horse trots past. Inside, the flowered path continues towards the bridge to the Temple, arcing over the swift water beneath. All the gates on the bridge lie open, though there are still guards atop every few towers along both it and no doubt along its sister on the other side of the temple's island.