Inside she went, and sat in what she had fully expected to see as the high priest's room.  Master of paints was obvious, but more on Lisra's mind was how the graffiti got<em>inside</em>the temple as well.  She sat, checking to make sure her ass would not be rainbow-hued when she next stood up, and Lisra patiently listened as the older gentleman explained the situation best he could.<br/><br/>Synopsis: no idea who, no idea why, but whom they are drawing was Shelyn's twisted, corrupted bastard of a half-brother.  Well, at least what they were 'drawing' had some semblance of correlation, as heinous the crime it was in the temple of Shelyn.  They come nightly, and attacked acolytes, and that told her that it was<em>not</em>a servant of Zon-Kuthon, as after the 'brother' took that oath to never again harm his half-sister, the servants of the respective deities had an... unspoken agreement between them: the Zon-Kuthon worshipers would not harm, torture, or bring ill upon the Shelyn servants, and the Shelyn worshipers would not seek to punish, hinder, or undermine the Zon-Kuthon servants save for if caught in the middle of some heinous crime (OOC: this is according to the wiki, so I apologize if this is inaccurate, just let me know).  The Zon-Kuthon priests made it standard to grievously and painfully punish those who broke said agreement, so unless the those doing the graffiti were wishing for such a death, it was not them.<br/><br/>"So... what would you have me do, as I am the only 'fighter' here?" Lisra asked to the slyly smiling man "I hardly doubt these are servants of the Midnight Lord, what with the... 'agreement' and all, but I am still one warrior, so would you be able to supply acolytes to heal my wounds, at the very least, since the plan is likely to ambush the intruders as they attempt to break in and deface yet another one of Shelyn's beauties?  And, pray tell, where is it that you think they shall strike so that I can look the area over beforehand?"