When asked to draw a map, Kaheksa grimaces, grabbing a stick. "This may be out of date as well," she cautions, before beginning to draw rough sketches in the mud.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">An Ugly Map</span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><img alt="Image" src="http://i.imgur.com/Qc2XGKP.png"/><br/>[[I figured it would be more fun if I made it look like I was drawing in the mud, rather than giving a clean black and white perfect lines thing, which is why it wasn't done yesterday <img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/> Still not great, but my art talent is on par with poor Kaheksa's~]]</div></div></div><br/><br/>"These two buildings," she points at A and B, "Were where most of the acolytes lived, and also the main entrance. They didn't figure on getting many visitors at night, you can figure; it's kind of an... improvised set of buildings, connected by open hallways with roofs over them. The center building," she points at C, "this is where our main altar 'was'; also where we gathered to pray and so forth. No windows, mostly just lit by fire.  And back here," she moves the stick over to indicate D, "this is what we built first. It's over the cave entrance, and my sister and I lived there. I imagine it's just her now, or maybe her and one of her favorites. The cave's got where we first talked with the master- it's as holy a place as we have. They built a road spurred off the main logging road leading right to the front doors, there's a spring they use for fresh water, and the rest is mostly surrounded by trees on all sides. It's a pretty simply laid out place; there weren't any internal walls when I was still there, but I don't know if they've managed to build up anything else inside there since."<br/><br/>Kaheksa lays her stick down. Eiyre's question gets a shrug. "I have no idea what they're being told. Nothing true, I have no doubt." As she mutters- just audibly- Kaheksa visibly tenses, a scowl passing her face. "It helps heal." She says, tersely; "It's not important, since we won't be<span style="font-style: italic">fighting</span>with each other." She softens when Xarithe speaks, and nods a single time. "Yes. I will accompany you, if you want, to help heal wounds- it can be... distracting, so it may not be wise for those engaged in a fight to ask for my help, but I will do what I can to aid you."<br/><br/>[[Last call for prep and planning before storming the temple! Keep in mind that unless you back out with the job half done you won't be likely to have a chance to replenish spells and other daily abilities until you're done; this isn't going to be a sprint... unless you decide to try to challenge everyone at once, of course.<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>]]