No longer singing Xarces slinks into the entrance of the temple, Shaklik tight on his heels. Glancing over his shoulder Xarces can sense her apprehension. "Come now my sweet, stick close." he would tell her, reaching back to take her clawed hand in his, in order to help ease her mind as his performance just moments ago would likely steel her heart about any adverse effects of entering this sacred temple. He was here to purge it after all, as he continued to inform all opposition they happened to encounter.<br/><br/>Keeping his eyes on the corridor before them, he sees the form of Alizome motioning him off to the side. He follows her without question, slipping into what appeared to be living quarters of some sort. "The acolyte escaped I take it?" he asks her in a hushed whisper wondering just what had caused this change of plans.  Shaklik in the meantime would make use of her Chameleon Skin, blending her scales to match the hue of the walls around him. Xarces smiling to her in an impressed manner, pleased by this for where any enemies to approach they would be hard pressed to notice the presence of the lizardess.<br/><br/><br/><br/>[[tossing in a perception and nature roll in the off chance Xarces can hear the howling...judging by the result it wouldn't make a difference either way XD<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137221">Perception</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+7</span><span style="font-weight: bold">15</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137226">Nature</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+4</span><span style="font-weight: bold">6</span><br/><br/>[[also including a stealth roll for Shaklik<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137231">Stealth</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+15</span><span style="font-weight: bold">29</span>