So we've all been unceremoniously dumped here huh, great. Mikka walked up to the table, leery of the little... sprite thing fluttering about on the table gibbering so fast you'd think it was a bird, a very hyper bird. There were simply some things the temple taught that ingrained into your head whether they were true or not. Like humans being the chosen of the Gods and perhaps a select few elven races. But all others were unnatural and should be avoided unless absolutely necessary.<br/>While Mikka agreed with that sentiment concerning fae he was not so sure about the other races as before he came to the temple he'd fought along side many different peoples on the battlefield. In the heat of battle ones true colors showed brightest, more than once he'd seen the other races show honor and goodness in their actions.<br/>But this was not a path he wanted to travel as it brought him terribly close to the events that led him to the temple. Looking down at the table he saw an image that both made him chuckle and fill with dread.<strong>If these symbols are meant to mark out each of us then this one here is mine and they a sick sense of humor to boot.</strong>Tapping his finger on the table as he spoke. The image was that a frothy mug with his temple's crest emblazoned on the front of it. He truly never thought he had that much of a drinking problem.