In the wake of a remarkably fruitful negotiation with the Dockmaster, the gravitas of your Writ of Assistance, graciously bestowed upon you by the esteemed Council, permeates the proceedings, rendering the issue of cost inconsequential. Having successfully concluded your dealings with the ship's Captain and Boorgrub, you gracefully withdraw, allowing a sense of anticipation to guide your footsteps towards the cherished embrace of your homeland, yearning to reconnect with its hallowed sanctums, starting with the venerable Temple.

As you traverse the cobbled streets, the morning sun bestows its golden benediction upon the city, casting an ethereal glow upon the interplay of white and ruby marble that constitutes much of its architectural splendor. It dawns upon you that this is a day you have sorely missed, and the very essence of the morn seems to hum with an ineffable significance. The invigorating sea breeze engulfs your senses, imbuing your lungs with the salubrious embrace of maritime vitality.

The burgeoning preparations for the imminent Red Greed festival unfurl before your discerning gaze. The unmistakable aroma of freshly caught gilled fish wafts through the air, intertwining with the tantalizing scent of diverse friggates baking away in culinary splendor. The symphony of shopkeepers' calls echoes through the thoroughfares, resonating with the vibrancy of commerce awakening to life. A group of spirited merchant sailors, hastening past you, radiate palpable eagerness, their fervor palpable as they seize a fleeting respite on shore before their imminent departure.

In this moment, as the city awakens with fervent activity, you find yourself standing at the nexus of a myriad of sensations, each contributing to the unfolding tapestry of a day that beckons with promise and intrigue.

Eleni is grateful that she was able to hold her emotions in check while dealing with the necessities before striking off on her own. There were a few things she needed to do, a handful she wanted to do, and most importantly one that she couldn't be stopped from completing.

Without waiting a moment longer, she pushes through towards the temple. The majestic building took a lot of effort to reach. It sat high above the water, fitting for the gods to gaze upon their realm from. On her way, she stopped at a familiar merchant. The stall had an artistic sign, stating the owners name and having a few drawn images of pastry desserts. "Callie's Creations" was well known for her unique take on the Friggate, namely she used her intuition to pick out the best one for you. She'd modify an existing one or make it from scratch. Knowing passing one of these delights would be nothing short of sinful, Eleni waited for the current customers to be helped, then approached the counter. She obtained a couple of her favorites (Callie knew exactly what to put into it, the cinnamon, cherry, and dark chocolate that the party's frontliner loved so much), and one for her adoptive mother. Tipping nearly as much as the treats cost, she waved as she continued her trek to the temple.

As she got to the temple, she found herself getting more and more excited. She had not seen Maestran for a couple months, and those felt like years. She approached the divine structure with a swirling mix of emotions, not quite realizing how much she was going to miss this holy place.

The majesty of the temple still strikes you as you approach, despite the years you have spent within the hall of the beautiful building. Tall and imposing, and constructed with the famous ruby marble of Selinus, no building on Ralan Gul feels more like home.

Head Priestess Maestran is waiting for you at the familiar front door. She embraces you warmly, and plants two grandmotherly kisses on your cheeks. "Eleni, Apollo foretold of your arrival today! I am glad to see you! Come, tell me of your adventures. I have those friggates you like so much!" Normally, the Head Priestess is so formal with people, but the genuine love you both share softens her usual rigidity.