Broken Boulder temple

He was almost hesitant to answer the call at the borders, after the last time. Still, it was his job. Alarian could only hope as he limped slowly towards the source that it was not yet another odd acquaintance of Delight's. He was tired again today, evident in his posture, and his weight continued to dwindle with each day his appetite refused to return.
The Governor was a bit of a sorry sight, approaching slowly but at least without his usual shyness. Hello, He offered as he drew nearer, tail swishing affably. Welcome to the Bracken Sanctuary. I'm Alarian, the Governor; is there anything I can help you with? Alarian noted the woman's features as he spoke; small, but larger than him, with pretty eyes. Beautiful, he decided, much like the last stranger he had met at the borders— hopefully the similarities ended there.