<strong>Location:</strong>Antechamber, Temple<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Void<br/><br/>Howls proves imminently distractable.  At the 'sound' of her voice, he perks up and looks around the room to identify where this noise is coming from-- and when he sees Void, his expression lights up.  "Oh hey!" he says brightly, discarding the boy over his shoulder (who takes a tumble on the ground to collapse in a dazed heap).  "They won't tell Anjushri to stop this place from doing the windy thing.  You know where she is?"<br/><br/>Samaro mouths a 'thank you' from next to the Lunar, rolling his eyes in resignation.<br/><br/>Ruby, in the meantime, has hopped down from her perch and quickly closed the distance to Void.  "I think something's happened to Lady Anjushri," she says, just loud enough to be heard, terse and more than a little afraid.  "She went into the depths of the temple after the meeting to undo the bindings on her Key-- she always goes alone to do this-- I've been trying to get a headcount of everyone here but there are at least six of us missing..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Storage Room, Temple<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>Vinegar.  That's what that smell is.<br/><br/>The place is fairly clean and well-kept, which makes the few splashes of liquid on the floor next to an opened barrel seem particularly out of place.  The lid to the barrel seems to have been replaced in a relative hurry, which makes it all the more suspicious.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inside the barrel...</div><div class="spoiler_body">...is a body.  Chorgath recognizes this one fairly quickly: Gull-at-Dawn, one of the attendants, a Westerner girl maybe fifteen years old, still wearing the purple-trimmed white robes.  Her throat is cut wide open; her eyes are open and sightless, expression fixed in terror.</div></div><br/>Continued investigation of the room reveals a crate conspicuously on its own.  While the crate is merely full of foodstuffs and more locusts, it rolls one crate-length to the right with great ease; on the wall behind it is a carefully-concealed panel that opens at his touch into a dimly-lit tunnel, roughly four feet by four feet, that winds into another downward spiral.