When your wings twitch the three stop their discussion, staring in amazement for several heartbeats as if they had only just seen the features, before resuming their debate. The priestess with dark blonde hair steps forwards, "Sir Immat is above us," she leads you to the back of a room, where a concealed but not entirely hidden panel is slid aside to reveal a set of stairs. Up these you go, leaving Mot by the fire with the other two priests. The Sheppard is less nervous now, and seems to be enjoying the sites of the temple, the fine craftsmanship on display.<br/><br/>At the stop of the stairs the priestess opens another slider, then turns back down. This room is mercifully cooler than the furnace below, although torches do light the wall. From the rattle on the walls you guess it is still raining outside. This room is less ornate than the one down below, the weapons and shields mounted on the wall more practical, although still of good craftsmanship. Also on the wall are several family crests, two similar wave designs and a stylized tree, whose fruits are soldiers. Standing at a table on which is a battle map is a man dressed in polished iron armour bearing a red crest: the soldier tree. Sir Immat is clean shaven with blond hair and green eyes, soft in colour but intense when they stare. “How may I help you?” he looks up from the map, dotted with coloured markers, his words are slow and deliberate, his interest very closely guarded.