Knock!

*THUNK, THUNK, THUNK*

The heavy metal knockers strike the ancient wood and create a loud banging noise. The group listens for a moment but can't make anything out over the sound of rain and wind. Lirra was about to grab the knocker to knock a second time, when a loud scraping noise is heard. The sound of wood against wood. Shortly after, the massive wooden door starts to creak open.

The purple light of Monaa's staff illuminates an equally purple woman. A Night Elf priestess, long white hair cascading over her shoulders, stands in the doorway. She is dressed in the garb typical of Night-Elf priestesses of Elune. A long white robe, with various gold decorations sown into the fabric. The gown, while similar in shape to the one Lynnyssea is wearing, appears to be made of finer materials. It does little to hide the priestess' shapely body. Her robe seamlessly follows her body's curves, accentuating her wide hips, long legs and ample breasts.

Monaa swallows as her light flickers and her thoughts briefly drift to what's under the Night Elf's robes. The priestess smiles warmly at the party of adventurers, her gaze lingering on the flustered Draenei for a moment. "Travelers? At this hour? Surely you are not pilgrims by the look of it.", she speaks. Lynnyssea adresses the priestess. "Sister of Elune, We have come seeking shelter from the storm. It caught us by surprise and this temple was close."

"Well, come out of the storm then!" she says as she beckons them in. "The temple of the broken moons welcomes any in need of rest, be they pilgrim or otherwise." 'Broken moons?' Lynnyssea thinks. 'I've never heard of a broken moons temple'. She is snapped out of her thought by Lirra. "Thank you, Miss! You wouldn't believe how cold this chainmail can get in weather like this" Lirra says as she steps inside. "That's why I always go for leather", Melinae chimes in as she also crosses the treshold. "It gets wet, sure, but not as cold and it also doesn't rust."

"I like robes better", Monaa says, her eyes lingering on the priestesses breasts as she speaks. "Mine are made of wool and that keeps its warmth, even when it get's soaked." Lynnyssea steps into the temple as well. "And they are better for spellcasting. It lets the mana flow more freely. That's why us priestesses wear them." she says, smiling at her colleague from another temple.

"Isn't your friend coming inside?", the priestess asks, pointing to Sarah who is still standing outside looking hesitant to enter. "She's just not big into temples and religion." Lirra says while wringing some water from her cloak. "Come in Sarah. What's the worst that can happen? Bursting into flames?" The paladin laughs at her own joke, but Sarah looks at her with annoyance. She takes a few steps forward, crossing the threshold. She catches herself holding her breath, but nothing happens.

Behind her, the door starts closing. The group looks behind them and sees there are two sentinels posted next to the door. One is a taller Night-Elf with long green hair, the other slightly smaller with a blue braid. Both sentinels carry their signature glaives, but they are more lightly armoured than most sentinels have they seen thus far. Instead of pants, they wear leather kilts and their leather breastplates cover only their breasts, leaving their belly open. 'Weird choice for armor', Lynnyssea thinks.

The Night Elf with the blue braid is currently busy pushing the door shut and putting the large wooden bar back in place, while the taller green haired one is checking out the group. for a second, Lynnyssea swears she sees the elf biting her lip as she looks at the warlock of their group. "Let me give you a short tour of our temple. I'll show you the facilities we have to offer and the areas you can and can't go." The priestess offers. "Or if you prefer, I can have you taken you to our guest quarters now, so you can clean yourselves up. My name is Syndraessa by the way. I'm substituting for the high priestess currently while she is away on pilgrimage."