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Derek and crew trudged their way to the temple, their thick winterized coats heavy with snow and ice. With only Whisper's rough directions and heavy winds tearing through the icy peaks, the journey had been arduous to say the least. Trying to get a reverence down in here would be an impossible feat, and even the smaller transport vessels they had to set down in Windcrest to make the rest of the trip on foot.

Getting anyone moved out of this temple was going to be a feat unto itself - let alone in a day. He had brought only a handful of his crew, and Echo at Whisper's request, to assess the situation and to determine how many men they could feasibly get transported back.

"Well unless there's two temples built at the top of inhospitable mountains, this looks like the place," Derek remarked.

The Aschen military still largely dominated the courtyard and the barracks, and there was a tension in the air between them and the locals that was hard to miss.

"Best stay out of trouble, I'm going to go find who's in charge here."