Grace hadn't really been sure what to do after receiving the prophecy. The gods didn't tell her who or what they were sending to help her, or even where to find them. In the end, the priestess settled for sitting and praying at the alter, if even for nothing but to help pass the time.<br/><br/>She became aware of someone shouting, which pulled her out of her prayers. Grace gathered up her priestess robes and hurried off to the main doors, pushing open the stone doors easily on their well-oiled hinges. On the other side of the door, she saw a kind of person she didn't see come to the temple often. He appeared to be a young man, with stark black hair and blood-red eyes. Besides that, he didn't look to be in a very good mood.<br/><br/>"Um, excuse me," Grace said, hiding partially behind the door and eying the boy suspiciously. "Welcome to Euphor's temple of the gods. I am Grace, its priestess. Can I help you?"