"Good day ma'am." Maric said to the woman that exited the temple, sweeping his plumed helmet off and making a respectful bow. "My name is Maric, son of Darren, paladin of light. I apologise if I am interrupting something, but it seems as though I have a few matters to handle here."<br/>As he straightened back up, Maric was just able to see Nimue peeking around the older women's shoulder. He let loose a sigh of relief. Though it seemed like the dragon intended no harm, that did nothing to calm his nerves. Yes, he was supposed to care for the good of all, but it was different when it came to her. Maric just could not figure out why though.<br/>"First off, I came here to return lady Nimue's cape back. She was kind enough to feed my steed, and to show us where we could rest, so the least I could do in return is to give her back her cloak."<br/>The paladin held out her cloak in his hands, brushing of a little bit of dust from it's surface. It took some effort to fold it up while he was riding as it kept flapping about, but he was finally able to tame the bit of cloth into a somewhat presentable shape.