She heads directly for the temple.

Though tempted to see if she could get a look into the wagon Sonja knows this gift of the gods has bought her but a brief window of time. Quickly, quietly, the redheaded brigand makes her way around the wagon and into the rubble of the city before her. Steeling her will against the haunting shadows of the ruins Sonja heads directly for the Temple in the center of Theritie as her mind runs through what would be her best option for success. Arriving at the dirt ramp that descends into a large ceremonial mound the she-bandit decides the direct approach is her only option. Walking down the ramp which soon turns into an underground stairway made of well worn stone, Sonja has to go slowly, feeling the wall, since the narrow passageway goes into complete, unnerving, darkness.

While cursing her lack of a torch brings Sonja's searching hand against a wood and metal framed door that ends her travel. There is no door handle or knob, but there is a rope. Taking a deep breath the she-bandit pulls down on the line which causes and low gonging sound to emanate from within. Several long minutes go by before she can make out the faint noise of footfalls. To her surprise the door in unlatched and opens without any interview.

Torch light pours into the dark hallway as it takes a few blinks for Sonja to adjust her eyes. Before the she-bandit is a hooded woman in a purple robe wearing black silken mask. "How may I help?" Her voice is deep, sensual and welcoming.

Sonja's mind races on what to say.