"So, not a legend, then," the priestess commented.  "We'll see what we can do about getting you home ... come with me."  She kept the letter in hand and she led Verisira back into the temple, past the altar to the private places where the clergy lived and handled their own business.  The yellow-and-gold flower motif was consistent back here, as well, and it seemed like every spare place along the walls featured a bookshelf, all of them filled with texts.<br/><br/>And she led on yet, into a smaller room, with a desk and a very nice bed and a smaller bookshelf; presumably, a private bedroom.  She opened a drawer on the desk and put the letter inside.  Then she turned her attention back to Verisira.<br/><br/>"I suppose we ought to ... to handle some formalities," she said.  "I'm Sister Grace, High Priestess here at the Elyrian Temple in Greyport.  It's my job to see that the gardens are tended to and that any visitors we have are greeted with the blessings of Elyria.  And, uh, also to talk to you.  Because you had that letter.  And to try to figure out how to..."  She stopped.  "Did you say, uh, that this isn't your body?"  She pointed at Verisira, waved her finger a bit to emphasize the 'this'.  "Where is<em>your</em>body, then?"