With regretful looks the now trio depart the courtyard and head towards the Temple of the Moon. In the courtyard silence reigns for a while as if the courtyard was waiting for them to return.<br/><br/>Then when it becomes obvious that they will not there is a ripple in the air and two figures appear. One is a tall well-dressed man with black hair, the other seems to be a teenage ruffian by his attire. The man looks towards the alleyway as if considering.<br/><br/>“Strange to find such wisdom in those of the Good persuasion, I fully expected them to pursue, to do the honorable thing and save their comrade.<br/>The Mistress seems to give some regard to the sorceress, judging by this action she could be right to do so.”<br/><br/>He falls silent and then the teenager asks. “Your orders master?”<br/>The man glanced at him, “Tell your brothers and sisters to come from concealment, the prey has gone.” The teenager nodded, “And the Druid?”<br/>The man paused, “I could feed.” Fangs slid from the roof of his mouth and then retracted, “No, the mistress wants him alive until she has need of a living sacrifice. Take him to the chamber, keep him alive, and amuse your self with torture if you wish, but ensure he does not die.”<br/><br/>The teenager smiled at the mention of torture and then, “You come with us master?” The man shook his head, “No, ruins have been discovered at Little Meadow and the Order of the Silver Rose has already dispatched teams.<br/>But the mistress requires what the order seeks, I need to send a team of our own to kill the Order lackeys and obtain it. Keep watch on this Order group here, kill them if they become a problem, now go.”<br/><br/>The teenager nodded and disappeared down the grating pulling it shut behind him. The man stood for a moment and then mist surrounded him, before a Dire Bat took wing and lifted into the dark sky.<br/><br/>The Temple was ablaze with light as the party approached it and although the large gates where open six armed clerics stood either side of it watching the worshipers as they entered.  A solitary Cleric stood in the middle of the gates holding out his holy symbol. Each person entering was required to put their hand over it and as they did so their aura became visible.<br/><br/>After passing through the checkpoint the party asked to speak to Priestess Serene. They are taken to a side room and asked to wait and offered refreshment. After a period of time a small older woman enters the room, even here in the Temple itself she is armed.<br/><br/>She smiled though, “You must be the party I was told to expect and assist.” Then she frowned. “Although I was told to expect 4?”<br/>