<div align="center"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Temple</span></strong></sup></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://ist1-1.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/y/H/m/M/yHmM/01red.jpg)</div>Indeed the temple acolytes within the kitchen had prepared a simple meal for those within the temple of eggs and biscuits and gravy.    After finishing the simple mean yet quite tasty.    Irriaka would make her way to the inner courtyard of the temple grounds.   Her companion or those that would realize her familiar the thrush would follow her out into the inner courtyard.    The plump small bird would land near as the elven maiden takes herself a seat along the inner pallsides around the inner courtyard,  up against one of the columns.     Her long hair cascading down and falling off the side.     Her thoughts through are not on the courtyard,  instead on the father and the herb she had gathered this past night.