Sir Arin smiled proudly. "I'm glad to see you're such a pious young woman. Just like your mother." He stopped the cart in front of a large temple. "You should be safe in there, my lady..." He whispered.<br/><br/>The temple had large marble columns and heavy double doors, that stood open and inviting. A statue of a hairless, muscular deity stood in front of the temple; his hands stretched out in a protective pose.<br/><br/>Inside, there was a quiet serene atmosphere. Several temple servants moved quietly around the room, while whorshippers lay on their knees in front of an altar. A male and female cleric were talking with people awaiting their turn. On occation they would cast a spell to heal an infested wound or injury.