Sacred Flames

Isla this won't hurt a bit Sensitive ears? Isla was tempted to quip that one's ears tended to lose their sensitivity after listening to enough screams of agony, but she didn't know how the other woman would take that kind of a joke. Really, from the little experience she had of Edy, the magician would probably find it hysterical. But she didn't want to risk it, especially when they were exploring a temple of all places. "Well I wouldn't know about that," Isla murmured with a mischievous smirk that suggested she knew exactly what the kids called that kind of thing these days. "but people can worship any way they like, from what I've read. Some do what you suggested... others go and commune with nature, or seek out something that represents their deity in their own interpretation. Others use altars, or come to temples like this one. It's a personal thing, I'm to understand..." What exactly this temple was for, or what it was supposed to represent... that remained a mystery. Their footsteps echoed enormously in the cavernous space, Isla glancing back to find nothing but blackness beyond the torchlight. "I wonder why more people haven't come through here... From Northaven, I mean."