"Hmm... Well, come inside, my sister, and I will tell you what I know..."<br/><br/>The inside of the temple is every bit as ornate as the outside... however, the head priest's chambers are more akin to a student's art studio, completely covered in butcher's paper and scattered about with half-finished projects. This room, at least, seems safe from the attentions of the graffiti artists... but the vandalism seems to be creeping inward.<br/><br/>The priest moves some cans of paint and paper off of a chair so that you might sit, then takes a seat on the edge of his personal desk. After a moment, he begins.<br/><br/>"Well, we aren't entirely sure who is behind the vandalism, to be honest. We don't really know why they would want to, either." He shrugs, looking forlorn at the idea that anyone would want to besmirch the works of art. "However, we know this... the figure that they're drawing is undoubtedly the Midnight Lord."<br/><br/>The Midnight Lord, Zon-Kuthon. As someone raised in worship of the goddess of beauty, you are familiar with the tales of her brother. He had originally shared in Shelyn's domains of beauty and art, but had grown jealous and abandoned Golarion to explore new planes. When he returned, he had changed, possessed by some alien entity. Now, he is a god of pain and self flagellation, an emblem of misery...<br/><br/>"They're brazen, that is truth... They've begun coming nightly, and have attacked two of our acolytes so far. Thankfully, we have an idea of where they will strike next... which is where you come in." At this, the old man leans in and gives you a sly smile. "Those whelps won't know what hit them..."