Hearing the carnage from the docks the streets are very quiet, curtains twitching and people staring from upper floor windows watching you troop through the town streets. Its only a short walk to cross the town square past the lone inn and general store before you reach the small temple to the collection of various gods, goddesses and sundries. As you'd expect the stag father - Erastil - and the Gods of Man and township -Abadar - dominate this frontier town.

Entering the small squat stone building that resembles a small castle keep with an arched dome and small turrets suggesting a second floor the room opens up into a wide knave with a dozen or so alcoves representing the gods like Calisitri, Desna, Shelyn and so on, even a small one to Asmodeus lurks in the corner behind a curtain. At the far end flanking the altar are depictions of Abadar and Erastil.

Also at the end of the room is half a dozen townsfolk praying or kneeling in quiet contemplation and a tall well groomed priest with a neat beard and an educated demeanour. He looks up as this party of scruffy armed people stomp into his Temple - "WHo are you? Unless you are the fallen avatars of Gorum you can take off those armouries and return in better order."