Volsh son of Vor:
Volsh shrugged his shoulders when Haazheel came to follow him, but he didn't have much to say to the man. He rode silently on Eagle. Eventually he asked, "what do you need to do at the temple?"
He looked up at the woman's stern face and crossbow, "I was told this temple could help me with a curse. If it's not true, I'll be on my way back to the guildhouse."
The woman looks at Volsh up and down, and eyes Haazheel with equal intensity.
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A curse lies under my Lady's purview." The gate below her swings open, and the path in front of you is illuminated with late afternoon sunlight and the ruddy flames above.
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Go along the path, you will be met by a Sister. Do not harm any of the undead; their bones are in our lawful service."
Volsh and Haazheel, inside the walls the place is a neat and orderly garden of the sort a noble might have - all small sculpted trees and contained beds of flowers or showy greenery, cut by meandering paths in decorative pebbles with stepping-stones of colorful slate. Moving along some of the beds are animate skeletons, mostly of humans, their bones lovingly decorated with gold leaf, calligraphy, or inset with gems. The undead seem to be engaged in simple tasks like spreading mulch or evenly clipping a lawn.
You are met after a few moments by a woman in a red tunic and black leather armor. She has a scarlet enamel skull holy symbol around her neck, and bears a black staff topped by a similar red skull. The woman is older, her dark hair marked with streaks of gray, her face lined. She nods at you both.
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What curse brings you to the Ruby Conclave to seek its breaking?"