Miha chuckles, nervously, at his joke, ducking out of the room and mixing back into the crowd, as he makes to leave. The other temples go similarly; only the one in Brindol is anywhere near as large, though most of the villages in the Vale have small, one-priest shrines that have been added during their reconstruction.<br/><br/>Sraskiss gives him a deep, formal bow, as she parts ways. "I will spread word of your glory, to all of my people. And, thank you, for all you've done. I feel that I've found what I was looking for."<br/><br/>Tyra is feeling particularly frisky, tonight, because she's just laid her eggs, and settled them into their nest, and is eager to take him again, even though she won't be able to get pregnant again for another year, without magical assistance, not that she's particularly interested in another, yet.<br/><br/>The location of the party is a fairly large pocket of the Astral Plane, far away from anything else, surrounded by a particular unstable region of magic; few things will wander upon this location, and, unless one knows it's there, it's nigh impossible to reach. The location itself is an utterly massive, Gothic cathedral, nearly forty stories tall, and nearly a square mile in size; the main hall is a single, continuous room, from ceiling to floor, with no means of support, by the normal laws of physics. It is intensely clear that this building is a construct of pure magic, as if the veritable thrumming of it were not evidence enough. As he stands outside, he spots another deity teleporting in, a strange-looking, raven-headed man, accompanied by a beautiful kitsune woman, hardly hesitating before they both head inside. "I... am not sure. I did not attend any of the previous. I suspect, though, given the web of temporal effects surrounding the complex, it will last as long as many will like, with little effect on outside time."