Annelissa stared up at the ruined temple, her brow creased as she studied what was left of it.  She knew Athendril was worried, she could feel the concern as an almost tangible hand on her back.  But whoever the woman was - and she would have bet her life that it was an avatar or aspect of the very goddess she worshipped, confirmed by the imagery here in the ruins - she'd been insistent that Annelissa enter alone.<br/><br/>So with more than a little nervousness, she began to pick her way through the ruined flagstones, stepping her way into the heart of the ruins, walking carefully to avoid tripping herself.  She bore her weapon, and the sleeves she'd had commissioned by the court mage, but aside from that she'd only brought a simple pack with enough foodstuffs for the journey here and back, and had left that behind with Athendril.<br/><br/>As she entered the shadowed entryway, she whispered a soft incantation, and drew forth the stone painted bright white from her pouch, clutching it in her hands, and then slowly spread her fingers, allowing the newly cast spell to blossom, spreading a soft gentle light through the area.  Her right hand slowly slid the rapier from the scabbard at her waist.  The monsters were supposedly all dead, but that didn't stop brigands and bandits from looking for any chance to violate a young woman such as herself.