Althea moved with a fluid grace, her movements wasting absolutely no energy as she swung the oversized cross. From that position, she bent her knees and shifted her weight, prepared to launch herself forwards and unleash another sweeping gust of holy winds. Her plan was interrupted as the party before her hastily backed off, rethinking their attempt to enter the Temple. Her job was only to prevent those unworthy from entering the temple- they could stay outside of it for as long as they desired, as far as she was concerned. The dusty winds swept all around them, stinging their freshly created wounds with small, annoying particles of sand and rock. The trio's reprieve would have to wait. The sanctuary of Soulspire would not so easily let them in yet; there was more work to be done.<br/><br/>"All three of you are deemed unfit to enter," Althea explained, replying to Madison's comment. She had stepped back a little now, and her cross had been set aside. It's tremendous weight left a crack in the ground where it rested, yet she could swing it with ease.<br/><br/>"There is a chance to redeem yourself, of course."<br/><br/>She pointed.<br/><br/>"Follow that trail up the mountain. It is a short walk, but those who are unable to be saved will be unable to make the trip. Drink from the well at the peak, and return."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Up the trail, a steep slope up to the well's resting place would greet Madison and Farren. The dirt was loose and slippery, and the angle of the slope made it near impossible to climb. Powerful gusts of wind blew downwards towards them, battering them and pushing them away from climbing up. Like walking through a pool underwater, the resistance was tremendous. A wall of vines lined the side of the mountain, acting as a handrail of sorts- the occasional sharp thorn jutted out along the vines, ready to prick anybody who was not paying attention. The distant sounds of running water could be heard just along the crest of the hill, the presumed enchanted well waiting for the duo.<br/><br/>