She stares at him, agape, as he effortlessly opens the portal to a distant plane, allowing herself to be led through, mostly in shock, at the realization that he is, in fact, a deity.<br/><br/>Once that matter is settled, he heads inside the temple, an unusual sensation drawing him towards one of the back rooms, on the first floor; a feeling much like he felt with Masaema, his prophet, but not quite the same. It's a faint cry for help, not directed at him, but at anything in the vicinity... and he just happens to be.<br/><br/>If he focuses, he'll see what's calling for help; an attractive young woman, her lithe, nude body covered in smooth scales, though not those of a dragon, more like a snake. She's bound to a rack, fresh and old wounds marring her body, while, nearby, a female Salamander sorts through a pile of torture implements, contemplating which to use next, with a gleeful grin.