<div class="floatright">(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/1154556281_elven_lord-1.jpg)</div>Behind Seladin is a tall Half-Elf that is eying the boy curiously as she stares past hedge and onto the band of adventurers outside. The man scratches his chin once before he steps forward, moving toward the fountain as the boy spoke the words.<strong>"A great help you've been, Seladin. This is a task that would have usually taken half the day with the aid I have in the temple."</strong>The half-elf says with a distant tone, seeming lost in thought as he stares at the silver liquid.<br/><br/>Glancing back to the elven boy, a smile crosses his lips.<strong>I'm sure you'll continue to be of help, but as you said we're done for now. Let's ready our things, and you accompany me to meet the others that have been called. I want to explain the situation to all of you at once."</strong>He says as he begins to collect his personal tools that had been used for the ritual, finally taking his watchful eyes from Seladiny as he begins to order the Acolytes in the room to ready both the court and the inner chamber for the ceremony.<br/><br/>Meanwhile the priestess giggles lightly at the excited adventurers as they pile into the room. She smiles brightly when the rogue compliments the quarters, and gives a nod of her head.<strong>"We try to keep guests as comfortable as we can. I do hope you enjoy it."</strong>With those words, she closes the door, and footfalls can be heard as she walks away from it, presumably heading to fetch the high-priest. Silence surrounds the group then, the only thing of note being the bell that is obviously supposed to be used to summon the servants if they are needed.<br/><br/>It's a few moments before the door to the back of the temple is opened, and a different priestess waves for the High-Priest.<strong>"Your grace, we have the guests prepared to see you."</strong>The Half-elf smiles at her words, and waves for Seladin to come along.<strong>"That's our cue. Don't dally too long around the fountain, it's dangerous to your kind."</strong>The words were spoken in a warning tone, but not one that was lingered on as he continues on into the building, leading the Elven boy through the halls and to the guests den where the adventurers wait.<br/><br/>Only a few minutes would have passed for the Adventurers before the door opens, and they see a man clad in dark garments move in to greet them. He bears no arms or armor, his clothing decorative as is normal for clerical garbs, and gracing his neck is the twin symbol of Elora and Caydin, a bright star with a crescent moon wrapping around it. He smiles at the lot as he waves Seladin inside, and gives a light chuckle as he walks just inside the door, and steps off to the side so he can rest his back against the wall.<strong>"I apologize for my late visit. I am Soren Rylune, High Priest of Elora."</strong><br/><br/>The high priest doesn't dally on the introduction, he waves his hand out in a greeting gesture before continuing on.<strong>"I hope you weren't kept waiting too long, but I'm sure you all are more interested in the offer that brought you here rather then my concerns. I'm sure you all know it's been a trying time here in the west, and unfortunately The Temple of Arendel has seen far too much of it. Hopefully this welcoming with Arcadia will help to solve those issues, but another matter has to be settled before it can start. A matter I'm not sure I have spare templars to solve."</strong><br/><br/>The High Priest's facial expression becomes more severe from there, and he stares at the group as a whole.<strong>"I wouldn't ask a request of just anyone, each of you have at-least a small reputation in the area. So what say you all, are you interested in hearing out my offer?"</strong>He asks with a raised eyebrow, seeming to take in each of the adventurers reaction to what he has said so far.