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Wind Weaver reappeared in the smoking ruins of the town and cautiously made her way through the labyrinth of charred bricks and blackened wood, floating a few inches off the ground so her bare feet wouldn’t be burned or get dirty. She found Silverskies’ temple easily, drawn to it like a moth is drawn to light.

She stopped at the bottom of the temple’s steps, slightly overwhelmed at being back in a place full of Silvy’s presence after being away from her former employer for so long.

The temple wasn’t too badly damaged, no doubt protected by the powerful magic etched into the very foundation of the temple. It wasn’t very large, but still a sizeable temple that would likely have a priest or two running it. The pure white marble of the temple was charred and blackened a bit, but besides from a few other minor damages it seemed to be largely okay.

Well, it’s now or never. Wind Weaver thought and before she could talk herself out of this, plunged into the dark depths of the temple.