Arivel sat outside the temple, watching it carefully, chewing on an Apple he'd picked up from a nearby stall thoughtfully. Piety was a game for Arivel. Please all of the gods enough to leave him alone. Tymora was the closest to having his devotion, and he'd give his soul to her if things went south for him, but for now, it was best to play field.<br/><br/>"Time to pay the Morninglord a visit..."<br/><br/>He sighed and stood up, dusted himself off, and flicked the Apple core down an Alleyway, before heading into the temple to pay his respects.