<strong>The Temple Gate</strong><br/><br/>"I assure you Sherriff that my quarrel with my alcolyte has not driven the lad to the wild accusation you make", Father Corvin's even public voice sounded.<br/><br/>Standing non-agressively resting on his ivory and white oak staff. The man's long trim beard and shining gray eyes complimented his white and silver vestments. His calloused hands betrayed his fine garments to the fact that he worked as hard as his flock. His hood was down, and dispite the silve mane, he appeared not above 4, though the summer air, good wine, and white magic contributed to the man's vigor.<br/><br/>"I'll let you know this one time Sherrif Hershey", the priest said, sliding away from the kindly grandfather tone to a tone known only to one within earshot. "That I will tend to my flock, regaurdless of faith, intent, or background. Trouble them on other grounds than these, or I will show you that your silly herb won't protect you from teh curse and wrath I will set upon you. The temple is out of your juristiction." His voice stern and commanding, lending the gaurds and militia to believe that he's take the sherriff over his knee should she trespass upon his congregation.<br/><br/>Sherriff Hershey opened her mouth to protest in her thunderous way, though a tap on the ground resounding with a mystic pulse came from the priest. "I did not leave this open to debate", he said in a polite, yet commanding manner. The Sherriff stood still, appearing frozen in time. The older man gazed upon her,"I'll let you reflect upon your actions my dear. I have guest to attend to", he said noticing Tara and Calarianna approaching on horseback with the orcish ranger in tow.<br/><br/>"Ahh Tara, these must be the newcommers that has the sherriff all ruffled and ready to stab. I am not suprised that you are in their aquaintance. Tell me what can I do for you travelers", he said, acting as if the town minute men and frozen sherrif were not even there.<br/><br/><strong>Make a spellcraft and persception check</strong>