<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/t4AnrYp.jpg)</div><br/>Hailton Hellfire tapped her garments, which appeared to be a mixture of silk and leather and answered, "Because being naked doesn't deflect the claws of an owlbear the way these garments can.  They may not look like much, but they protect better than the chain shirts most of the laelith defenders walk around with."<br/><br/>She stifled a yawn, and said, "This is the wrong city to live in if you're offended by nudity sweety, you should know that.  AS for the other thing, I've no interest in participating in any of your crazy rituals."  She quickly added, "Not that I've got anything against sex, but I prefer it in private thank you very much."<br/><br/>As they approached the multi faith temple, built into the ruins of a massive and ancient temple dedicated to Pelor, Hailton made a small gesture over her forehead.  Ylene knew enough about it to recognize it as a slight gesture to Boccob, the god of magic and knowledge.  As they entered the main temple proper, there a large portion of the seats filled as the glass-steel roof let in the morning sun, flooding the temple with light and warmth.  At the front of the congregation an old grey bearded man sang a praise to Pelor.<br/><br/>Staying at the back of the temple, the pair quietly walked around the side of the huge circular area to one of the side hallways.  Progressing down it, away from the large congregation of sun worshipers, they eventually found themselves before a heavy wooden door marked with Father Keydan Mishkor's name.  A knock on the door was answered shortly after by a call to enter.  Father Keydan sat at a large wooden desk covered in scrolls and books.  Several scrolls were held down at the edges by various paper weights and more than a few small erotic statues.  He looked up and smiled, his grey e yes sparkling in the light that streamed in through the sunlight above him.  His hair shoulder length and silver showed his age as much as the lines around his eyes and mouth, but a youthful joy twinkled in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Ahh," he said looking at the nearly naked drow as she sashayed into the room, "It's... uh....  Ylene, correct?"  He said as the name came to his mind, and he stood as the two women entered.  "I've not seen you since your mistresses funeral, my sympathy for you again.  But how may I help you and..."  He gestured at Hailton as he stood.  His robes were a loose grey linen weave.  Light and airy they no doubt were comfortable to wear in the heat of the city, though the office itself was cool and comfortable, even though the air felt a bit stale and bookish at the moment.