Slowly the entrance door opens and a hand gloved in golden leather reaches in and sets down a small golden statue of a warhorse. At the base of the statue Pythian is engraved. Tied to the overly pompus flowing tail is a note of buff linen with gold ink.
Dear Eless;
It's time to clean up that mess. Some Neighbor and the temple is a shambles.
love,
T
a soft chuckle as heard as the door is pulled closed.
Dear Eless;
It's time to clean up that mess. Some Neighbor and the temple is a shambles.
love,
T
a soft chuckle as heard as the door is pulled closed.