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Rynhart was seated outside atop a large rocky outcropping near the edges of the courtyard. The seat afforded him quite the view of the icy peaks that spanned out across the region, as well a relative amount of privacy.

It was cold out but the noon day sun helped to soothe the bite of the chill mountain air as he played a few light notes upon his flute. He hadn't been playing much these days, what with the state of the place, but with the Aschen moved on a semblance of peace and order had been restored to the temple and people were easing back into the routines of their day to day lives.

For Rynhart that lay in his habit of brooding over what lay beyond the temple. This place and this cause, they had always been Rhea's, not his. She was the visionary after all.

He lowered the flute as his thoughts wandered to Rhea. It wasn't uncommon for the pair to part ways, sometimes for decades but he always felt a restlessness to keep on the move in her absence. A pull to be somewhere other than where he was.

Such was the depth of his thoughts that he failed to note the arrival of figures in the distance. It wasn't until they were nearly atop the temple that he noted their approach. Tucking his flute into the folds of his thick coat he rose from the rock and strode for the base of the steps to meet them when they arrived.