Kass's asking about would, among other things, give her a nice tour of the temple, and its general layout (which Aria was currently getting aa bird's eye view of): mostly it was just a ring-shaped building around the courtyard, more elongated on the 'front' side which faced the sleepy riverside desert town of Siwa (which the temple itself was in view of but set back amidst fig, date, and olive orchards, the nearest of which were the temple's own).<br/><br/>On the temple's pebble-landscaped back lawn, facing bleaker open desert, a meditating middle-aged man of lean rakish features and a trim black beard would seem perfectly happen to surface from his meditations when he overheard Kass inquiring of someone nearby. He mentioned that what he had overheard so far had, after a minute of his own thusly-influenced mental wanderings, reminded him of a coming-of-age desert trek he and several other youths had embarked on almost thirty years ago. From a distance they had seen a wooden figure such as that one, a single charred skeleton hanging with it, and not attended to or entrapping any living persons as far as they could tell. They had not hiked too close to such a thing, and the man now had some difficulty remembering just where it was, but was happy to look over a few local area maps in the library.<br/><br/>He spread out one centered on small Siwa, along the River of Shadows which, at the western edge of the map, broadened into a famously fertile river delta where the Mulhorandi capital Skuld lay upon the Alamber Sea, which off the map to the west was part of the great Sea of Fallen Stars, Faerun's largest inland sea.<br/><br/>To the east the desert grew sporadically more mountainous; the man tapped the nearest to Siwa, and said, "Mount Goldflail; visible along the horizon from here, and in my mind's eye of that effigy, I remember seeing it on the horizon too, from a different angle, about, so..." he traced a finger from Siwa to the mountain, which was shaped like a fat crescent moon with two spurs, and then at a different angle. "The more I think, it is amazing what the so-near beauty, presence and scent of a young woman such as yourself does to fuel the nostrils and pump the blood of a man, stirring memories more vividly. Now I recall too the angle of the sun, it was almost setting, and I remember the time of year, which means the angle was..." he drew two thin lines with the nearest charcoal-pen, "If you went from here to the south spur of the mountain, you would then take that an angle to the right which makes a third of a circle; also a third of the way from a right angle to going straight ahead. I saw your friend in flight when I was outside, I am sure that from that side of the mountain you would see it from the air. Goldflail is a bit shy of ten miles from here, and the effigy was but a few miles southeast of it."<br/><br/>"If you intend to trek there, the time spent hiring camels in town would make itself up several times over, I think. Would that I'd done so back then!"<br/><br/><br/>Usually when that happens (when I'm not in a very literary / 'writing' / imaginative mood) I just make my posts more succinct and try not to force myself to add detail.<br/><br/>lol yeah that's an interesting spell; Glibness also can foil some anti-lie magic like Discern Lies / Zone of Truth