A slight grin came to Madragail's face at the sight of the pair of foreign looking individuals.  As out of place as they looked, they were his people, the kind of deviants he had lived with for years.  It was unusual to see a pair out alone, however.  The bastard shifted a bit, feeling the reassuring weight of his pendant, a defaced symbol of the lightbringer.  The only memento that his father had left to his mother.  Or so he had been told.  The truth didn't matter a whit to him, though he did not doubt that the Goddess could arrange such things.  He followed the pair into the temple, smiling when they reacted with wonderment at the prospect of a bath.  Hot water wasn't a difficult thing for the priesthood to manage, and the wonderful technologies of the ancients had pumped it through the temple for them.  "Of course we have a bath."  Madragail said with a smile, creeping towards the twins.<br/><br/>"A thousand years without a bath; that's all our great human society has brought us."  Madragail ranted, a mesmerizing smile coming to his face as he lowered his hood.  He was a purebreed human through and through, with a slightly tanned face and stark blond hair, almost golden in color.  His eyes were of a particularly intense shade of blue, and looked out from an almost angelic face.  An iron stud pierced each of his ears, complemented by a little brass ring poking through his eyebrow.  When he spoke, a tiny golden orb could be seen poking out of his tongue.  A more observant person might note from the slight redness around his piercings that they were frequently removed and put back in, so that he could better infiltrate polite society.<br/><br/>The young priest leaned up and rolled his shoulders towards the twins, his hands flailing almost wildly as he spoke with a strangely electric passion.  "The water is warmed from a central cistern in the basement, which flows out into a pool.  You'll be particularly interested in the pool."  Madragail whispered, his eyes boring into the twins.  His massive, flea ridden dog walked into the room, looking at the pair with strangely inquisitive eyes.  "We're to conduct a ritual in two nights time, you know, and we found a small boy to be the celebrant."  He said, smiling a smile a mile wide.  "He killed another boy with a rock out in the wilderness, and their mother thinks that they both died."  The white robed figure said with a slight cackle, delighting in the sheer wickedness of it all.  "We purchased a dozen cocks and an ass to commemorate the occasion, but we still don't have the gold to pay our expenses."  Madragail said, obviously referring to a massive blood sacrifice.  He held his tongue for a few moments, allowing his words to sink in, before he got to the inevitable pitch.