"Our King?" The relationship between Thrace and the temples of Apollo was a close one. For that reason Aestos could only give a mute nod of approval at Diconix's capable answer. From his own experience Aestos held a far different opinion of the King, one he seldom voiced even in the company of other priests.<br/><br/>"It is as my friend says, although...there are some who might have reason to judge the King more harshly." Aestos looked about to go on before he thought better of it. He finished off his wine and refused another with a warm smile. "I thank you for your offer to help us priestesses, and for this welcome which is far beyond the merit of the guests."<br/><br/>Aestos' eyelids were beginning to droop from the effects of the wine. Stretching upward on the cushions he did his best to stay awake. The god of fortune, or perhaps of war, was with him in this. His red exomis was testament to a hardiness that time had yet to wear down. Alert again, for the moment, he nodded in agreement with his fellow priest.<br/><br/>"As you say Diconix, this temple is indeed worthy of the goddess it honors. Perhaps, while the skies are clouded with the God's argument, you might grace us with the story of this temple?" His clear green eyes alighted with a look of curiosity on Cyrene. He might have turned to Ariana save for how nervous she seemed to be at their presence. "It is a sign of my ignorance, but I do not know how the temple came to be, nor even how priestesses such as yourselves come to serve here."