Linai was surprised that Diran had taken the time to be open and apologetic towards her, she found him difficult to read and wasn’t used to being teased by anyone, least of all her employers. In fact she really wasn’t used to interacting with people much at all so her manner was often awkward and unintentionally off hand.<br/><br/>She chuckled quietly at his surprise to her abilities, it happened a lot in her line of work and this certainly wasn’t the first small hole she had had to climb through on a rope. “You could say that” she replied, trying to lighten her voice a little, partly to disguise the unease she still felt and partly to be seen to make an effort to converse with him and appear a little more friendly and a little less suspicious.<br/><br/>Once she heard the dull thud of his boots on the ground Linai began easing herself fully through the hole. Though muscular, her frame was slender, the biggest problem being the sword strapped to her back as it scraped on the stone as she eased her way in. Finally she pulled her head through into the room and felt the rope tighten under her as Diran steadied it. This too surprised her, especially when her eyes adjusted and she managed to catch her first glimpse of the contents smooth temple room. She had figured he would be more taken with what he had discovered than how she was coping with the descent.<br/><br/>She sucked in a deep breath as she realised that torches had sprung into life over the room sparkling and highlighting small mountains of treasure that cluttered the place. Speechless she continued her decline, landing nimbly beside Diran and mumbling her thanks in awe at the sight around her. So much treasure, left here, unguarded? She would never have to work again, it seemed too good to be true...<br/><br/>It was then that she noticed something else, a kind of shimmering around the large throne that overlooked the room, it began to solidify and become a form forcing Linai to draw her sword as recognition and sudden dread filled her mind. The creature was beast like with horns and claws he was a disturbing sight and unlike anything she had ever seen before. A feeling of dark welcome swept over her and once again she didn’t want to be here. Unwilling to move closer to this unknown being she held her sword steady before them and edged in front of Diran, she had after all been hired to protect him, though she was not all that certain how effective she would be against this unknown foe.<br/><br/>The being’s sudden words were like honey, smooth and friendly but she could sense  the dark power here and that made her worry… no, that made her fear. She held her stance regardless of his reassurances, her sword drawn and raised, her face wearing a blank expression, but her eyes, oh her eyes, they betrayed her.<br/><br/><em>Gods? Was that what this thing was? A god?</em>Risking a glance at Diran she could make a well informed guess that this was exactly what this being was. His face was one of awe, relief and subservience, she was in no doubt that this was why he wanted to come to this barren place though she was still unsure as to what her part in all this really was.<br/><br/>Returning her full attention back to the god she steadied her voice to answer him “Is that what you are? A god?” her voice quivered slightly on that last word and she tightened her grip on her sword “Who… who are you? I thought all the old gods were dead?”<br/>