"Let's head for the temple."

"Let's head for the temple," the Night Elf says. Sarah looks at her annoyed. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you, Lynnyssea". "Oh give it a rest already." Lirra says. "Let's get a move on! The sooner we have a shelter above our heads, the better!".

The group starts walking again, carefully following the directions that Melinae gives them. After a twenty minute walk through the pouring rain, they spot some lights in the distance. "That must be the temple!" Monaa shouts excitingly while pointing to the distant lights. "Looks like another 10 minutes walk", Melinae adds. "Approach with caution" Lynnyssea warns. "This is a rough zone and the priestesses might mistake us for enemies if we're not careful. Monaa, make some light as we approach to show them we're not Horde".

Monaa lightly taps the point of her staff. the purple crystal contained in the metal starts to glow and illuminates the group and the path in front of them. In the detail of the light Monaa also notices how the armor of some of her friends cling to their tight bodies. She squirms her legs a bit. "Everything alright, Monaa? You look a bit flustered", Lirra asks, her face showing genuine concern. "Ye...yeah", Monaa replies. "That time-stop took more out of me than I thought, I think." "You'll get to rest soon, Monaa", Lirra responds. "I bet they have nice warm baths at the temple."

For a moment, Monaa imagines the tall blonde paladin taking off her armor and slowly wading into a bath, while she watches hidden from a nearby doorway, hands down her robes caressing her nethers. Her pussy moistens at the thought and the light on her staff flickers. "Monaa, Focus!" Sarah says as she slaps the mage on the back of her head. Monaa snaps out of her fantasy and regains her composure. "Le...Let's quickly go to the temple" she says, avoiding the stare of the freckled warlock.

After a little while the group arrives at the temple, the structure now clearly visible thanks to the lanterns hanging from posts near the gate and the purple light still emitting from Monaa's staff. The temple is an impressive structure. Made from white marble, with massive columms and walls, holding up a dome shaped roof. Blocking their entrance are massive purple-brown wooden doors.

They appear not to have been noticed yet. "Well what are you waiting for, shit-for-brains? An invitation? Knock already" Sarah says to the paladin. "You know, Sarah. One of these days I am going to teach you a lesson about the benefits of asking nicely" Lirra responds. She reaches her hands towards one of the large bronze knockers on the door. It has an odd shape, not the crescent moon they came to expect from these Night Elven temples, but a round, snake like design. A slight shiver ran through Lirra's spine as she took hold of the knocker.