Blackfeather Woods the way, the truth, the life

A temple is a place of worship, He gestures to the place around them. It is clear where the boundary of the Temple began and ended, the blue illumination stretching and the faded barrier between this world and the next ones ringing in their ears. An altar is where you place offerings for the Gods, He turned his nose to the tall split rock in the center, a bowl forming in the middle of it all. The Gods give nothing for free,

He was silent for a moment, contemplating a proper answer for her. For the Gods to speak with us better. He finally said. The connection to them is stronger here than anywhere else, and messages can be easier to hear.