Discidia

*The temple’s is tighter than its exterior would suggest. Its cold stone walls press in on you, as if trying to forcefully direct you towards your destination The air seeping from below is heavy and oppressive, with an almost sulfuric odor to it A few pathetic wisps of starlight attempt to illuminate the cold, uninviting stone walls, and thick wrought-iron bars barricade the windows, reminding anyone who enters that this is a stronghold or at least the place was at one point * Is that a visitor i hear?

• you turn around and almost have a heart attack as what you can only describe as a green deer Her gaze is fixed on you looking you over with a slight amount of… something. It wasn't quite joy, but it was definitely bordering on it *