Sun Mote Copse Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week

arunik'ra had spent the morning delving a small shrine in molech's name, a shrine she hoped would garner favor with the all-consumer. to the outward eye it was ramshackle, hobnob at best -- a piteous assortment of some wasteland refuge. but arunik'ra knew what the outlier did not; these items were within molech's favor. the shrine itself was a strangely shapen remnant of some ancient era; flowstone perhaps as old as earth's sunless core. it had been molded by sun and wind alike and arunik'ra sensed a powerful aura within the boulder's surface.

she had just finished laying a series of skulls along the brim of the stone when ar-khalba's call for her came. it was her duty to answer, and she came quickly on slender and hurried limbs. the first thing the red beast did was scrutinize ar-khalba's guests -- a wolf and her child. a shame the child was so old, for arunik'ra wished desperately to sanctify their newfound realm with flesh and blood for molech. "ha'al molech," the priestess murmured in the old tongue, her gaze on the two strangers.