<strong>The Temple Gate</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tara/Sara results</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Tara knew that Corvin could perform magic, but she'd never seen him do it so publicly...something was amiss. The restraint spell and mannerism were not how he acted...publicly</em></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Valerianna's results</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>The gunhand with flesh made infernal could see that the priest had worked more than the average priest she'd met. He smelled of dirt and sweat. Likely wearing his vestments to cover an unpresentable work attire. These country folk were quite different indeed.</em></div></div><br/>"I have not seen a tiefling in some time", Corvin says as he makes his way to Callie's horse. The militia giving him way. He's of late middle age, but views the Valerianna's condition with no sign of contempt. He'd encountered her type before...interesting life to say the least, unless he was Chelexan. Still he did not seem to bring her down to a second class level.<br/><br/>"Since you are in the company of my dear Sara, I'd assume that you are not the monster others would make you to be. Other's that need to learn that big words and swords to not make them the most important members of the community", he says as his spell wears off from the sherriff. Corvin doesn't look at the amazonian woman, but his eyes seem fixated on Valerianna's guns. Something he hasn't appeared to have seen before. "Be gone hershey, do your job with proper composure or I will not protect you from the wrath you inspire from the guest of this village. and stay clear of this sacred ground, i am losing patience with you and your barbaric methods", He told the woman still not facing her.<br/><br/>"Insolen...", started Sherriff Hersey as she regained control of her body. Obviously hiding the fear she had with he angry bravado. Though Corvin held up a glowing finger and she hushed.  She looked over the men present from the militiatia. "Warren, you with is an acolyte, you may stay to assist in protecting the temple from the malcontents causing trouble. Herrod, you assist. This is your post until further notice", the sherriff ordered he men out. Though she kept a glare upon the father and devil...clearly this wasn't over.<br/><br/>Warren, an older man armed with a shortbow and handaxe paid his respects to the temple and went to stand upon the main entrance of the temple. Herrod, who was a bit younger took his glaive, shortsword and buckler and began to develope a patrol routine. Herrod, looked a little soft...must have just moved  her from a city as he did not have the sunned skin so many others did in this valley.<br/><br/>"How may the temple serve you my dear", Corvin asked of Valerianna. He shifted his gaze to marcus, who had stood and watch all the events with a smirk. Having only heard the storyie's of the sherriff, he was pleased to see she was not the only authority in this valley. "Master-hunter is it? If you wish to tend to your beast, there is a small barn in the back, the last stable is unoccupied. You'd be welcome to utilize it and be welcome here as needed", the priest offered. with a short nod, the ranger took his wolf to check his work.