The master of paints blinks for a moment, but smiles nonetheless.<br/><br/>"I am glad to hear it. We do try to open our arms to all travelers, and it is good to hear that our acolytes do the same."<br/><br/>As he turns to lead you towards your meal, Tirish moves to take her leave of you. A quick smile, a quiet invitation to come see her again, and the dancer whirls away, off to whatever tasks await. The last you see of her is a streamer of silk vanishing around a corner.<br/><br/>The room the head priest leads you into is much neater than his own study. True, this room is also filled with paintings and hangings, but at least these seem to be done. In the center of the room is a table spread with a rural-style breakfast of eggs, milled sweet corn, ham, potatoes, and honeyed toast. It seems piping hot, as if it had arrived only a moment before you...<br/><br/>"You know, there is at least some good that has come from those thrice-damned kobolds. Their graffiti has helped me convince my peers to begin restorations on several parts of the temple. Come back in two months, and it will look like a new place." He takes a seat on one end of the table, and motions for you to sit across from him. "Please, Sister Lisra, help yourself to as much as you like."