The crippled Troll didn't seem to hear Elune while the blind one slowly looked in her direction. The old troll placed his hands on the alter and shook his head slowly. "De goddess... be everywhere... We be her last keepers." The troll's voice was hoarse and nearly gone from the heat of the desert and age. He looked to the broken altar and bowed his head in reverence as it began to glow with energy and a a third Troll appeared, this one the Loa of Fire. The goddess' skin was pale and her hair meticulously braided hair was a stunning yellow. She wore a long skirt that covered her legs and a simple piece of cloth covered her breasts and right arm. She looked down at her two followers and uttered something in her native tongue before looking towards Elune.<span style="color: darkred">"And to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>